Am I a bad friend?

Am I a bad friend?
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I have always considered myself a good, loyal friend. I was always ready to come toI help my friends, I always listen to everyone, I support them morally. But recently a story happened, after which I no longer know whether I am a good friend, or whether it just seemed so to me.

My friends and I went for an evening walk. We returned home closer to midnight, there were few people on the street, but the lights were on. And then some unpleasant guy comes up to usthe man starts talking all sorts of nonsense and trying to grab the three of us in turn by the hands.

My mood that evening was frivolous and playful. On the one hand, I was scared of this man, on the other hand, I felt a little funny that we were stuck in a story, some maniac was pestering us. I wanted to quickly end the conversation with him, and I ran forward from him with a squeal. For some reason it seemed to me thatmy friends should do the same. That we would run away and laugh at him.

Having run a little forward, I looked back and realized that I was running alone. The friends walked slowly and angrily snapped at this test-antibiotic.com man. Like, don’t give up what you allow yourself. I waited for them to catch up with me. I felt a little ashamed of myselffear , and because I ran ahead. Those friends are fighting and not afraid.

The man fell behind a minute later, and I heard a reprimand from my friends that I shouldn’t have run forward. After all, one of them cannot run in high heels. The second one was leading her by the arm.

And now I'm at a loss. It seems like I am a coward and a traitor for running ahead. But, if the man behaved very aggressively, and my friends needed my help, I would return. Or called the police.

I don’t quite understand how it would have been better to behave in such a situation. The man could theoretically end up with a knife. And what could three girls do against him, other than run away?

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