I was a loner who got along with everyone. I liked everyone so much that I never wanted to sit with any group of people and seem bias. Strange, but true. In essence, I was popular for my choice. If that makes any sense. I miss my high school years and everyone I went to school with.
A proud member of the Math Team. Who knew math was a competitive sports?
But I hung out mostly with left-wing stoners, not with my fellow nerds. Hated high school, and most of my class mates, with the exception of the aforementioned cliques. My misanthrope flags were flying high even back then, clashing frequently with my extroverted nature.
Figures that I would later on my life settle comfortably in narcissism.
I hung around the crowd that loved to listen to music and played instruments. I loved my high school days and developed a few friendships with some cool people.
Good question!
I wanted to be friends with everyone. All I wanted was to be accepted. I was not. I was rolled over. Walked on. I was made fun of by every group. I look back and love the person I was. I was naive and just plain wanted to be liked.