Then

I was an active, astute, conservative, evangelical Christian.
I wore orange, yellow, white, khaki, and brown clothes. Additoinally, these clothes were the classic clean-cut, Christian geek model.
I was a virgin.
I hardly listened to music, and when I did, it was Christian nu-metal (lolwut?)
I hadn't yet fed my sexual fetishes of sadomasochism.
Hadn't killed anything.
Had yet to see a dead human in person.
I hadn't done drugs or alcohol.
Hadn't become addicted to anything yet.


And Now

I am an outspoken, active atheist
I wear only black and dark greens, violets, and crimsons. My clothes now vary from Gothic Victorian to Industrial.
I've had sex.
I listen to music constantly, and boast a library of 163 gigs of varying genres. My library is devoid of any Christianity.
My fetishes has become gluttonous, in a manner of speech.
I've slain creatures.
I have now seen two dead people up close.
I've done a slough of drugs and alcohol.
I've been through addiction a number of times. Some would argue that I am still addicted to some, and I might have to agree.