I can't seem to get past my dislike of my past actions and choices. In my teens and twenties I wasn't an obviously bad person - no criminality, cheating, deception - but I worked a job that was at times immoral and at its best added nothing useful to the world. I think I was an ok friend but I didn't exercise any discernment in my friendships and therefore spent time with fun but snarky and sometimes mean people and part of our shared humour was being secretly snide about others. Some of my social attitudes from back then (internalised misogyny for instance) fill me with regret now. I dislike the person who acted that way.
I'm in my middle 40s now and behave a lot more positively. I'm not friends with cruel people, I don't work for a shady company and I try to live kindly both within my personal relationships and as a citizen. I'm patient and tolerant and charitable. Also I live hundreds of miles away so can compartmentalise then and now geographically.
But, I'm plagued by this idea that I'm in some subtle way irredeemably bad because of how much of a dick younger me sometimes was. I feel shame looking back and wish I could divorce myself from younger me. Which sounds ridiculously dramatic, I know. It's more just a drip-drip of mild shame leaking into my current life from my past one.
Can anyone relate? Is there a way to come to terms with the fact you used to be vaguely horrible? Is the answer to live altruistically now and hope it eventually persuades you you're not intrinsically a dickhead?