There are always those people, who, even years after they've graduated from college, don't seem to be able to stop thinking and talking about their college days and all things related to their institutes of higher education. They continue live and breathe their alma maters, long after the thought of frat and dorm antics, all-nighters, lab projects, binge-drinking, and female undergrads should inspire juicy and nostalgic fantasies and conversations.

It's as if their lives began and ended in college. And those times they had there were the best of times that they can remember and talk about. The memories are so fond they seem to bear repeating over and over, year after year...

News to those people... It's old. You're old. (I'm old too.) Find some new stories. Make some new significant memories already. Move on and get on with post-collegiate life!

Well, I guess I could/should just shrug off their talk... No real harm done to me, right?