Some obsessions are "Forever Young"
Freshman year, I was invited to a One Direction dance party. Was it the wisest decision just the weekend before finals? No. Did I mask it as a "stress buster activity" and go anyway? A-wee. If you knew me when I was 11, you'd know that I was one of the biggest fans of the boy band; I'm talking themed-birthdays, fan accounts, merch and random facts that still remain ingrained in my brain 8 years later (Yes, I still remember Louis loves girls who like carrots and KEVIN!) But this post isn't about my teenage fever dream (though you'll notice a few references creeping through the post) It's about what I realised midway through rage screaming to No Control. As my teen years evolved, my fangirl self for 1D kind of faded. It never became a zero, but took a backseat, becoming more of a nostalgic memory of my tweenhood. But being in a room full of people, at the end of their teenage ( dirtbag ) or midway through their 20s, reminded me of what the band meant...