When you hear the name Chandler Bing, you think about witty comebacks, awkward flirting and a fifteen-year-old boy trapped in a 30-something-year-old’s body. He’s the goofball of his friend group—the one who isn’t taken seriously and who can literally count the number of successful dates he’s been on on one hand. But underneath his sarcasm, bad dancing and embarrassing rambling, he’s kind, reliable and not as immature as people tend to think he is. Every friend group has a Chandler Bing. Living up to his name has its pros and cons. (But we’re talking about Mr. Bing here; who wouldn’t want to relate to the best friend on Friends?)

Let’s start with the pros: We’re funny. People think we’re funny, and we know we’re funny. Half of the time people laugh at us and the dumb things we say, but sometimes they laugh with us, too. No matter what or who people are laughing at, it’s nice to know they’re laughing. We pride ourselves in our ability to crack jokes and make others feel good. We’re the comic relief to many awkward family dinners, public arguments between lovers and literally any negative situation we find ourselves in. That brings us to the first con: We know—we think we know—how to handle awkward situations because we’ve been in hundreds of them. We seem to be attracted to situations that make us look like goofy, immature jerks. We need to stop ruining good things that happen to us. Instead of insulting our date (or ourselves…we tend to self-deprecate), we need to shut up, listen and accept the fact that something positive is happening for once. We’re funny people, but sometimes people think we’re a little too funny, and it’s nothing short of a huge turn-off. Our funny remarks can turn into cynical, sarcastic insults in .2 seconds. It’s not our fault we’re so damn funny. We have our bad days, but then we remember what cute smiles we have.

Pro number two: We have a general idea of where we want to be in life. We have a job (or are aspiring to have a job) in a field we’re interested in. We have our own passions in life when it comes to our career, but we don’t always vocalize those passions. When we’re with friends, we typically keep our work life at the office because, although we enjoy what we do, we’re not workaholics. We wake up, go to work, come home and spend the rest of the day and night with our friends and family. But the fact that we don’t always discuss our work makes others think we’re lazy and unable to “get off of our lazy asses.” We keep our boring work lives to ourselves, yet get annoyed when our friends question what we do. Chances are they probably don’t know what we do—or they know what we do but have no idea what our job entails. We’re successful. We do what we do and we’re damn good at it. We just, you know, don’t want to brag.

Lastly, most of we Chandler Bings are single. Our love lives are D.O.A. We live in constant fear of never finding somebody to love. We tell people that we’re going to die alone because love is such a foreign concept to us. (Love of food is a different ballgame. We keep eating even when we’re full because if we stop eating, we’ll regret it.) When it comes to romantic love, we’re clueless. We can’t just tell someone we like them—that’s insane. We have this “no one would like me” mentality, so we swallow our feelings, even if we’re unhappy forever. But despite our pessimistic views on love, we’ve probably already met our soulmate. We’re professionals when it comes to friend-zoning people, so our soulmate is most likely one of our closest friends. We’re so afraid of committing ourselves to someone, yet we have no qualms with befriending people. Having a friend is easier than having a significant other—less responsibility, less getting dressed up, less pressure. (And God forbid we get ourselves involved with a Janice.) Friends are just…easier.

All in all, being the Chandler Bing of your friend group is fun. We’re the awkward adults still learning from our mistakes. We’re seeking dating advice from our friends. We’re literal children with more book smarts than street smarts, but we’re the Bings. We’re surrounded by the Gellers, Greens, Tribbianis and Buffays of life. We’re always stuck in second gear, but the ride is unforgettable.