Why am I a drifter?

So what happened to all those thoughts and words.
Nothing that you can define. Mumblings at the end of the day?
:)
Well! There isn't any bad blood anymore - that's one thing for sure. And yes, I have proved that when you're over something, nothing that relates to that shit can ever affect you!
And I jump, asking the 12 year old 'me'... Can you teach me about the simpler things in life... errr... I seemed to have forgotten them. Or is it just me ... or you... or both?
And the simple highs of first times... :P ... '28 doesn't seem that difficult at all! ' - pat comes the reply.
SChooopihd!!! - 'Huh! Oh yeah! Well - **** you too! I know your secrets but you couldn't even imagine mine!' :D Point 1 for the older me.
I imagined 28 would be a lot more serious. A lote more grounded in the sense you would have by then made up your mind about a lot of things and you would always know the best. Like my mom. Like my dad and most of his people. (Mom's side - You still make me proud with your naivety!)
I imagined 28 would be loveless. I wouldn't feel anything. But it is indeed - quite contrary!
I imagined I would have these close encounters with the most evolved and most intelligent - To think of what happened in reality.
I don't fuss at all.
I don't feel depressed.
I don't feel lonely - haha... over crowded at times, but never lonely.
Like right now - I am drunk on 3 shots of rum and couple o' beers. My good friend from Bombay is explaining what her curriculum @ her MBA course with a sterling institute. And I come back some 10% of the times - ask her well thought of questions and drift away while she answers. I am happy for her. She doesn't need that much attention.
Why am I a drifter?