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I'm talking about friends that are to be rightly missed. Still close-by and friendly, but not like it once was. Anyone remotely like you've described in my life moved-away or died. They rarely-offered and more importantly never-accepted help in the first-place.
I'm more afraid of being thought of as one of them than worried about bothering to ditch anyone like-so.
You are one of them. To them at least.
As I age I find it incredibly awful/amazing how other people I meet now, basically lecture me about myself. Without knowing anything about me. They just make up a story in their head about me, and run with it.
Oftentimes they will straight up ignore what I have told them about myself, or twist it in these fantastical ways that are clearly projections and fantasies of their fears, but are likely them self-reporting about their own shame about themselves.
Still better to not have to face it out-in-the-open this side of (recognized/recognizable)change for the better. Don't see where I said anything about you, but you didn't hold back about me, did you? Am I supposed to thank you?