Two is a Group

"My disciples are groupies."
We're not sure if the 's' actually belongs on the end of disciple and groupie in this insight, but what the hell. It wouldn't be the first, or last time, The Chemical Buddha misspoke about his legion(s) of follower(s). If you asked him where all of his groupies were, he would just say they were too deep in the mystery (i.e. 'high') to be a part of any organized activities. And to be honest, The Chemical Buddha was often too high himself to lead any organized activities. In TCB's defense, he did make a lot of friends. He just couldn't remember who his friends were.
Do you like being by yourself or do like the company of others?
How much time do you spend alone?
How many childhood friends do you still have?
How easily do you make friends?
Is it hard or easy for you to keep in touch with people you don't see often?

Friendship is Hell

“The prospect of going to hell doesn’t bother me. All my friends are there.”
Like most people The Chemical Buddha didn’t like going to parties where he didn’t know anyone. And he especially didn’t want to go to a lame party. If there is a heaven, The Chemical Buddha wasn’t sure he wanted to go, let alone hang out with the people who seemed to think they were going to be there. He couldn’t imagine being around all of those judgmental, self-righteous, martyrs. In fact, he was pretty sure they would all get on each other nerves. But if he could hang out on the cool level of hell (not with the murders or pedophiles, but the people who just took the Lord’s name in vain and cheated on their spouses) that sounded like his kind of party. He was pretty sure he would know most of the people there anyway.
What would you go through to be with your friends?
What would you do to keep your friends?