I'm in the process of moving offices and in doing so, taking a ton of old junk that's been buried at the bottom of filing cabinets and old drawers and boxes under my desk and combing through them, determining what to toss, and organizing the rest. In the process, I ran into some photos that have to be 12 years old or more of a younger me and an old flame. I'm very happily married to a woman whom I dearly love, who helps me to be the very best version of myself that I think I can achieve, we have a beautiful daughter, and she is a wonderful mother, but it's amazing how some of those old feelings never die. It was a very conflicted, guilty feeling, remembering great times once enjoyed and wondering what might have been, in a different life. Overall, I am confident in the decisions I have made in life and love, but the old photos, for a fleeting moment, caused a daydream of another path I might have trod.
Anyways, I wouldn't say it pissed me off, so much as it was amazing just powerful the rush of conflicted emotions a few photos of a different, happy time could evoke.