I have (had?) an arms length friend that is prone to making bad choices.
He aspires to be a decent guy, but struggles with making the right choices. He made some pretty bad choices last year.
Cheated on his wife with a coworker that was, er, not someone I’d trust. Got caught. Coworker then got pregnant. A few months later he called me to ask if he could crash in our guest bedroom for ‘no more than three days’ while he cut things off with the coworker and worked on reconciling with the wife. While he was still that coworker’s supervisor and baby daddy, unbeknownst to his supervisors.
Seeing nothing but red flags there, I offered to pay for a hotel room for him for a week, and he never took me up on the offer. My wife’s eyebrows were almost at the ceiling when we got off the phone. She very much appreciated not inviting that mess into our lives. I haven’t heard from him since.


I never grant apps access to my contacts. I no longer trust any app to know my contacts or associates unless the stated purpose of that app is to manage my contacts.
Not that it helps, mind you. People with me in their contacts likely do not practice such discipline. I’m probably just an isolated old weirdo because of it, but it’s my hill to die on. It’s a small, pointless hill, but goddamn it, Snapchat is never going to know the name of my furnace guy.