I'm a lizard too, Charlie

My parents mostly have unorthodox friends; I'm not sure why, but I bet you can create a theory behind it -- Charlie could, I'm sure. If it helps clarify things; if you'd ask me to predict the reason, I'd pretend I hadn't heard you, so there's that. This has always been the case, but it was once much worse, perhaps at some point they had seen enough? Maybe they had already burned through all the interesting ones? And Charlie, mentioned in the title, and before in this story, he's one of those old friends. He used to believe a lot of fascinating things, like that our (Dutch) royal family were all lizard-people. Now he's past that, good for him, and he spends his time on a thousand other thoughts, that I hope make him happy! Anyway, the funny thing is that all this time, he wasn't aware that I had been the lizard all along. It would have been real nice if he had been able to warn me though; it came as quite a big shock.