Party full of strangers

I just came home from my cousins’ birthday party. I got there and headed for their backyard – and knew about 3 people. One man recognized me and said hi, I think expecting me to remember. Then, I went inside where my mom introduced me to someone she said I was apparently close to. I gave her a kiss or something when I was 2. Hmm, aren’t very young kids close to practically everybody? Don’t get me wrong, because they do seem nice. Sure I hugged someone when I was two years old, but it doesn’t mean I’ll remember if I see them 21 years later. I don’t know about you, but my memory of people didn’t kick in when I could barely talk. If I saw you once in my early childhood, there’s no way I’ll remember you. In any case, I spoke to basically my uncle. He’s a riot! Good times. I definitely prefer a smaller group of people. 20-30 is just insane.

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Bryan Villarin

Bryan is a Trust & Safety Wrangler at Automattic. He's also a photographer, card magician, and cat whisperer. (Thanks to my friend and colleague Steve Blythe for the sweet photo!)

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