I don’t know if this counts, but I’ve reflected more on my past recently and realized that sometimes I was kind of a turd. Never egregiously so (I hope) but I was often regarded as the quiet nice kid and I think that led to me believing that and probably overlooking some of my less favorable moments or behaviors that people didn’t see as often. I don’t hate myself now or think I’m the villain or anything like that, it’s just been an interesting slow process of reflection as I’ve gotten older. It’s good to be honest with ourselves and realize everyone has their bad moments. We’re not only who we are on our worst day, but also our best, and all those in between