At 22 I had just sort of finished stabilizing after some very, very bad relationships (friendships, but never let it be said those can't fuck one up as bad as romances), sorting out what I wanted vs what was expected of me, sexuality sorting things, mental illness and neuroatypicality, etc, and managed to basically hack out my framework.

Which means 22 year old me is looking at LW and going "literally the only reasons I can think of for you to have these problems are ANATHEMA to me, what is wrong with you". Because she was still sorting out this whole "how, now that I have a solid grounding, to have nuance."

Me now is kind of at " . . . kid, I think you could use some therapy. *facepalm*" instead.