Iโm a private person but Iโm pulled into the past every time I see a photo that I didnโt choose to share myself. Cringing, I look at these old pictures and think about who I am now and who I was then and the wide gulf that stretches out between us. Why wasnโt he โcoolerโ or at least, why didnโt people like him? Why didnโt he like himself? I judge him and all of his choices. So this is me taking ownership of all of the pieces. I'm sharing these as a small act of rebellion against self judgement.