I occasionally played golf with a fellow student at law school who was, to say the least, eccentric. Eventually, I could not take him any more and I stopped accepting invitations to join his golf group.
Last spring, he won the World Series of Poker and $5 million.
Last week, in Las Vegas, he was attacked by guys with guns and fought them off.
UPDATE: My point (to the extent that one is required) is that if I had known that he would become a millionaire superhero, I might have been more accepting. A millionaire superhero seems like a good friend to have.