To have, or not have a freak-friend

I've been thinking about it for a while and today I reached the conclusion that three out of four people in my reading group are freaks. And, may I add, not in a good way. I have nothing against freaks in general. I am one myself. But I like to think of myself as an extraordinary, amusing and eccentric freak. Like Phoebe in Friends. But the freaks in my reading group are mainly just fucking annoying.
Let's start with the red-haired freak. She thinks it's completely natural for men to breastfeed ( why not? they have milk glands!) and likes difficult movies by someone polish. She talks extremely low and smiles to herself every now and then while looking down in her pashmina.
The other freak, surprisingly her friend, also likes difficult movies. Preferrably by Roy Andersson or David Lynch, because they give him a certain "emotion". He likes France because it is "dirty and people make art" and tries oh so hard to be bohemian that it's not even funny.
The third freak is a complete opposite of the two others. He is thirty years old and comes from Slöinge (no judgments). He hates difficult movies and states that he could very well erase all french movies, because they are all about the same thing "some hairy women with hanging tits". He thinks it's ok to ask a girl for her age and in the same sentence ask whether her boobs are fake or not. He thinks it's too much talk about poor Africa nowadays and say they should be able to solve their own problems by now.
The question is. Should I make friends or not with this people? Is some friends in your class better than no friends in your class?
Maybe the problem lies in me. Do I, somehow see myself as superior (ye yes yes)? And with what right? Maybe I'm just to difficult and judgemental. Maybe in one month I'll be sitting there, wrapped in a pashmina, passing the waterpipe round a second time while discussing the latest Kaurismäki- movie.
Time will tell.