Filler-chan, we love you

In anime, every time the animators make up some random story because the manga artist has yet to produce anything, it's called a filler. They usually bring in useless ridiculously gifted characters, seemingly indestructible yet marvellously pointless who end up dying or disappearing in the swamp of plotlessness.
I recently thought about this: I have filler friends in my life. Everyone does, in the end. They're that person you don't really mind but who kinda hangs out with you whenever they can, clinging with their deformed scrawny social-freak claws to your awesomeness charma. They begin bothering you as soon as they start sounding more desperate and out of place than before... and there's always a "two minutes ago" before. You can't wait to shake them off, to polish off your coolness... there, good as new, cause it's perfect like that.
But you get an itch... now and then. Someone needs to scratch it... a charma itch, a need to be all glowy shiny again. And you turn to your filler friends because they make you feel a bit more important, they raise you up and down them low in your presence. It's like smoking a personality joint, I gather, it gets you high, trippin'... what if it's a bad trip though? Smoke in your eyes either way.
Fill 'er up.