Past me Gives me Douche Chills

Since I have no life, I spent most of the evening cleaning up my Gmail inbox and I stumbled on to a few emails that just made me shake in terror. They ranged from "Good night wishes", "drunken conversation" reminders, and even sentimental well-wishes of overall positivity and good vibes, brah. Clearly I wasn't that much of a sissy, was I? I look back and I don't know that Glenn that wrote them. He was a sad soul confused about the typical teenage nonsense like girls and school. I'd like to think I'm no longer as soft and dumb. I hope to Chuck Darwin's dog that five years of life have harden me up a bit. I hope my previous stumbles have left me calloused and wiser. However, It is painfully obvious that no matter what I do there will be a time in the future when I will look back at current me and feel the same level of embarrassment I am currently experiencing towards a younger me. There is nothing I can do now that will change that.