It's funny how just a few short years can change the way you feel about all of the people you used to know. The whole process of them becoming "someone you used to know," without you even noticing is a bizarre ride. It's funny that a few years after graduation, when people are home to visit their parents, taking a minute long break from their new lives, you see all these strangers who used to be somebody to you. And you make small talk, with a beer in your hand as a security blanket. Keeping the prop so you can blame it on being drunk if the conversation derails the next time you meet them along the road. And it's funny that when those somebodies become people you don't know, how little their thoughts about you seem to matter. How little the opinion of someone you cared to impress means to you anymore. And you swallow down the moment in a last awkward gulp of your beer and then you take your opportunity to bail, "I need a refill."