When I meet the bad ones, I am embarassed. Wow, why was I like this before, oh my God!
If I meet the good ones, I would be all missing my previous self. Where are you now, young and fun Ectopy?
I guess, I am old enough to appreciate that people change. I now hate less and I don't mind a lot more now. So much cooler...
Am I a better person now? Well, not necessarily, I can never be perfect.