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 π
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 π
You must be so proud
I can't say, I'm not real π
Now you sound like your wife
What Scottish?
Och aye π
Lucky man. I lived in Scotland for a while, back in the 80s, Scots lasses are lovely
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 π
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Itβs always a weird feeling when you suddenly realise how much youβve changed and itβs only going back to old haunts that you notice.
Personal growth can sneak up on you while youβre so focused on what it is thatβs helping you grow. π±π
Either that or it really is the pink socks! π