If they did, they would scrutinize your actions.
Every nuance, position, motivation: all would be under a microscope. This is something only friends are capable of — zooming in.
But no, your friends don’t love you. They love themselves.
Selfishness is funny. Any friend knows that a proper analysis of your existence would kill a small piece of the friendship. Yet by resisting the former for fear of the latter, we manufacture a paradoxical concept: trust.
We trust people the more they lie to us. If you make me feel good, you’re placed in the good basket. Make me feel bad, I label you “untrustworthy.”
So ideas are cool and friends are sweet, but never the twain shall [rhyme assist] meet.
Save friends for Pinkberry and funny videos; take your ideas elsewhere.
A sound board might work.