When you walk into a room of people you used to know,
Several things may happen, and several things won't happen
They may notice you, cowering in the corner,
or among those who know you better now,
and they may talk to you,
or they may eye you up and down, whispering to one another "isn't that...?"
They won't be likely to invite you back into the circle
You've become a triangle, or a rectangle, or something unknown that is just too obtuse to fit into their shape.
You've outgrown them.
That doesn't have to be so negative.