As the ancient saying goes, I believe it to be very true: You are who you hang around with.
I believe it, in a sense, that you start to become these people. Whoever it may be that you spend those long hours with, your body, mind, soul all change.
It won't happen instantly, but you'll notice it as your washing dishes, or choosing a television show, or driving home. It'll catch your attention and you'll realize, you've become a little bit more like your friend Sam, or Jess, or even a little bit like that rebel, Kiera. Their ideas and morals and goals and laughs and dreams, suddenly are your ideas and morals and goals and laughs and dreams.
I wouldn't define this as a bad thing, not at all; I would categorize this as a magic--a magic that hasn't been ran off this Earth, yet. Granted, all magics can be scary, can be fatal if not used properly. You must choose wisely, who it is, you wish to be more like, who it is, you surround yourself with.
The only cure, of bad magic--of bad influence--is to leave and find new people, new friends. Once you begin to hang around with new, different people, the old magic fades away as if it were never a part of you.
And again, it will be sudden, it will be slight, but it will leave. And you'll notice it, whether you're laying in bed, or grocery shopping, or tying your shoe--the person you used to be, is gone, with the people you used to be.
