I have always had strong opinions about what I believed in or what I felt was the truth.
When I was in my 20's one friend in particular was the outlier in my peer group. He always charter his own course, read books by Nietzsche, Gurdjieff and Ouspensky. Went to poetry slams, and was a great at sculpture and other arts.
We'd constantly get into these big philosophical debates about life, consciousness and the illusory world.
Compared to me, he was intellectually growing and constantly expanding his mind. Something I secretly respected as I was just starting my path to expanding my awareness.
He'd come at me with a whole lot of nonsense about conspiracies, religion, philosophy, politics and spirituality.