How soon would you start disliking a friend who pays you to always be around after hitting a big lottery win?

Imagine your unmotivated friend wins a fortune, buys neighboring houses, offers you a salary match if you remain available. Would you accept this role, and when might resentment arise?

i’ve noticed in similar situations that the shift in dynamics can become noticeable rather quickly. even if the idea of a paid friendship seems attractive in the beginning, within a few months a vibe of obligation tends to replace genuine interest. the natural give and take is disrupted when financial incentives govern every interaction, leading to subtle but persistent resentmnt. over time this transactional approach undermines the mutual respect and spontaneity that are key to a real friendship, often precipitating disliking faster than expected.

Hey there, I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. I feel like at first, a lottery windfall could make the idea of a paid friendship sound like a dream come true - who wouldn’t want some extra cash for hanging out, right? But then, over time, it gets a bit murky. You might initially brush off the hiccups as just being part of a quirky situation, but eventually, those little moments where you feel more like a hired help than a friend can add up. Indeed, it might start creeping in as early as a few months when the fun of a spontaneous get-together slowly gives way to a more scheduled, almost ‘obligated’ outing. It’s as if the genuine connection erodes bit by bit whenever every hangout comes with a price tag. Honestly, it’s a tough balance, and I think the key might lie in keeping things as natural as possible despite the set-up. But yeah, it’s a scenario where resentment could start seeping in sooner rather than later. Cheers to navigating tricky friendships!

hey, to me it seems you’d notice the shift pretty fast - once u feel like just a cash earner rather than a friend, resantment builds. maybe after a few months, the transaction vibe grimly overshadows genuin connection. in the end, friendship ain’t for sale.