I realized the other year, that I was more or less my street's very own unpaid tard wrangler, and had to make some lifestyle adjustments.
So, loads, at least partly, but it also has to be combined with something like unwarranted aggression, or being a total fucking degen.
Recently I fell out with the third-rate weed dealer down the road, because he thought I was badmouthing his product locally; In actuality, I just had preferences for the product of other vendors, who didn't buy stolen/ditch weed from niggers; I knew he was crazy ages ago, for instance, he once came to my house at 11 PM beside himself over that Rugrats creepypasta that says all the babies are actually dead, and Angelica is just hallucinating them to cope with abuse trauma, and I had to explain to him what a fucking creepypasta was.
Fell out with him eventually because he started sending me threatening texts at two AM accusing me of "Chatting shit", and refusing to elaborate, but I presume it was paranoia about his product, because if asked, I would generally suggest him as the third choice option.
Apparently I wasn't the only one.
Another guy, who I later fell out with for similar reasons, beat him up on the green the next day; I turned out to watch, there was a lot of attempted bear-hugs followed by angry crying, as he got his head boxed by an angry midget half his size.
The angry midget, I later fell out with because he's a ragetard; you couldn't even play videogames with him, because he'd pitch a fit whenever he'd lose.
Which is a shame, because he was self-motivated and trying to do "something" with himself, and anybody else he could wrangle, but whenever he experienced a setback he'd spaz out and blame everybody instead of working to fix it and get the project moving again.
He ended up threatening a bunch of my friends, to have them robbed and trash their cars, so I threatened him back, remotely and in person, and he's not shown up much since.
Another guy I don't talk to anymore probably actually has schizophrenia.
The voices in his head tell him I'm evil, presumably because when he wasn't staring off silently into space, he used to say things like "I think good and evil are what makes you feel good and bad" I basically Lolnope'd at him, and told him that was more or less Satanism, which he didn't like.
That and I'd feed him and let him play on my computer, then he'd get weird with me for trying to carry on a conversation with him.
I'm sort of a sperg, but I know you don't snap at a guy who's not only feeding you three nights a week, but also lets you monopolize his only home computer 'til late, just for trying to prompt some conversation outta you.
Then there was my neighbor's trauma-case school friend.
I felt bad about that one, but he was an utter mess.
They say his dad was raping the shit outta him and his sister when they were young.
He was this tiny blond kid who just wanted to destroy his mind with benzos, and would rent his arsehole to anybody for drug money.
I warned him not to ruin his arsehole, gave him food and advice, and then he went and got my school friend's brother into his benzo shit, and they'd wander around in a stupor, literally glassy-eyed and covered in drool which made me look bad for being associated with them.
Sad to say, we had to stage an intervention and separate them, and blondie didn't live on our street, so we made him vamos.
I feel a little bad about all of 'em, because I'm a soft touch.
But I know I'm a soft touch, and I act to mitigate it when I see no hope for improvement.
Currently my number of tards to wrangle is down to one, and that's what I'm comfortable with.
My remaining friends are mostly sane, or if not, at least independent, benign, and not actual rent-boys.
I think this sort of stuff is almost par for the course on council estates.