Stop liking things ironically!

When I was a kid / teenager I absolutely adored book fairs. I can’t say that I was interested in the most well-written of the books provided, but I loved to go there. I loved looking through all of the books.

I loved the catalogs of books they sent home the week or two before hand where you could order books and art kits. My mom and I would spend hours engulfed in what they had to offer. Finally, we would decide what we wanted and placed an order.


The hardest part was picking just a few things within our budget. I wanted everything. I loved books. I couldn’t get enough. I would stay up until 2 or 3am reading. My mom had this great idea to set our bedtime as 9 or 10pm. She said the only way that we could stay up later is if we were reading and boy, did I take that to heart.

At one particular book fair, when I was around 12, I spotted a nice, long book that I wanted to try called Twilight. Now, I know you all know what Twilight is. You’ve read the books or made fun of the movies. Or you’ve made fun of someone who read Twilight. You’ve called it a teen show. You’ve laughed when they say they like it. I know you all know what it is.

Back then, though, nobody knew what Twilight was. No one had even heard of it. It was like a well-kept secret and I was ready to open the door. I put the book on the counter and my mom paid. When I got home, I cracked it open and began. Soon I was mesmerized by the story.

No, it wasn’t very well-written, but did I care? The story engulfed me. It was everything I needed and more. I read it over the course of three nights and spent hours searching on our old dial-up internet computer as to how I could find more: the second book was coming out soon. I pre-ordered the book and the minute it came to my doorstep (months later) I scurried away to my room where I read the entire thing again. I was hungry for more.

It took a long time for the next book to come out, but I kept checking in. I was obsessed. I was a freshmen in high school when I finally got it and read through that one too. At this point, it was starting to get popular. It was becoming the “cool thing to read.” That’s when I started losing interest.

Isn’t it funny how that works? I had to be cool, so when the book became popular, I no longer liked it – even after years of obsession with the characters. When I went to see the movies, years later, I told my friends that it was because I wanted to make fun of the movies and kept it to myself that I actually wanted to see them because I enjoyed the books.

Turns out the movies were horrible and kind of ruined the books for me (as did growing up and seeing how horribly they were written…), but regardless, here’s the next step of Adulting.

Step 6: Stop enjoying things ironically. Just enjoy them.

It took me a long time to learn this, but the truth is – I like things that other people make fun of. I sometimes like things that are popular, I sometimes don’t. And it doesn’t matter. Like Kelly Williams Brown says “You don’t need to make your tastes a self-conscious statement about who you are. Just unapologetically like the things you like” And it’s true. The only thing that will happen if  you like Twilight and everyone else hates it is that you might not have friends to go to the movies and enjoy them with you.

I personally like rap music – especially Pitbull. I don’t feel bad. I know it makes me seem like I’m trying to be hip, cool, and childish. It also kind of takes away from the way I present myself in public, but does that truly matter?

Be honest right now, what are the things you truly like? Not ironically, just honestly enjoy them? Share in the comments below!


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