So I was at our local village pub tonight, it's been a long time since I was last there.

I'm one of "those" now. The people that get talked about, but aren't real πŸ˜‚

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You must be so proud

I can't say, I'm not real πŸ˜‚

Now you sound like your wife

What Scottish?

Och aye πŸ˜‚

Lucky man. I lived in Scotland for a while, back in the 80s, Scots lasses are lovely

You haven't met my mother in law πŸ˜‚

That's different, all ma in laws are hard work. Anyway, how do you know?

Because you're still talking to me πŸ˜‚

But you're not real

True

You lost me a bit, think I'm missing some earlier shitpost context.

But congrats, or sorry that happened

I'm not sure myself.

But they were all the same and I was totally different, and it showed.

Pleasant enough evening, but couldn't really relate to each other.

It's the pink socks, isn't it?

Poor Mike, a man of the people, though he transcends them

Yes, I was wearing pink socks.

You've nailed it πŸ˜‚

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It’s always a weird feeling when you suddenly realise how much you’ve changed and it’s only going back to old haunts that you notice.

Personal growth can sneak up on you while you’re so focused on what it is that’s helping you grow. πŸŒ±πŸ’œ

Either that or it really is the pink socks! πŸ˜‰