One of my favorite people ever was the guy who was good enough to be best man at my wedding. He was a handsome, fun, and talented fellow. Studying mechanical engineering and could bench press over 400 pounds. This boosted his ego to the point that some people found him somewhat insufferable despite the high amount of charisma that he also possessed. But I loved it because he reminded me of all of the heels I watched on professional wrestling. So I did my best to actually feed his ego even MORE just to see what happened. It was a lot of fun, and he seemed to eat it up. It sure was an easy way to become his friend.
But at the end of the day, he was smart and sensible enough to realize his limitations (even though he'd never admit them out loud) and never let his ego get TOO out of check as to be unhealthy in a way he couldn't handle. His life never became unstable, and he ended up working at Lockheed Martin for many years. I hope he's still doing well. Because even though it seems like I just fed his ego as some kind of joke, I really did like the guy. He was my best man for a reason.
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