Me minus 25 years

Me. West Hazleton High School, 1984.
Yesterday evening, I unearthed my high school yearbook and paged through it. I hadn’t looked at it in at least a decade and I was surprised by a flood of memories. I recalled people’s laughs, the way they walked, fresh white smiles, how much I desired their ease or athleticism, how lonely I was, and how aloof.
Based on what I felt when I looked at photos of my classmates, I was a rotten person. Self-absorbed and not at all self-aware. Callous, cynical, judgmental, envious, proud…what are the other deadly sins? I probably embodied them, too.
I hope I have changed a little. My sincere apologies to everyone I encountered back then. What a bitch.