You know that feeling...

...when you read something you wrote when you were 12? When you look at the awkward emails you sent as a socially inept 13-year-old? When you see the weird poses you did when you were 7, immortalized in a photo album.

We all know that feeling. The feeling of complete and total humiliation for your past self over what you thought was hilarious or cute. The shame over your complete lack of skill in writing even basic sentences. The embarrassment that you were so tactless and awkward and the wish to go back in time and throat-punch your past self.

It's so overwhelming and terrible that you drop your face into your hands and groan loudly. You bang your face on a desk or wall until you accidentally bruise your forehead and feel even more embarrassed. You cringe until you collapse. You wrap your blanket around your entire body and declare yourself to be a burrito of shame.

The worse part of this is that it never stops happening. You don't stop doing stuff you'll later find humiliating whenever you reach a certain age. It will keep happening for your whole life, hounding you with terrible grammar, awkward poses, and dumb jokes. (Mom just told me that she learned to laugh it off...but I'm ignoring that for the sake of my rant.) You will never erase the memory of that one stupid thing you said to your friend Emily that you thought was so funny as a 9 year old. You will never be able to erase the image of your 6-year-old self with your arms dramatically held out for a picture. The embarrassment will follow you everywhere.

You will never escape the cringing.