Admirers. Die-hards. Followers. Devotee. Groupies. Fanatics. They are often labeled as such. I, too, was once one of them. I was a fangirl. I go to gigs of my favorite bands and never-endingly search for albums, EPs and recent pictures of my idols. I used to breathe their names and worship their creations – music.  I put them on a pedestal no one has ever been. And I assume, you, too, are like me or were once like me – though not in the same context.

We all adore celebrities because of their talent and physical appearance. We tend to want to know what’s in them that makes them worth our attention. I, myself, was once interested in the way my idols live or act in their normal life. But as the famous saying goes, “All things come to an end.” After years of idolizing and admiring famous personalities, we suddenly get tired. We suddenly laugh at ourselves. We suddenly ask ourselves, “Why did I become a fan of this person?” We suddenly realize that these people don’t interest us anymore as much as they did before. What could have caused that? What did just happen? Did we just wake up one day and found ourselves not liking their music or not impressed by what they do or by what they are made of?

Taking it from experience, I found one reason why this has happened to me. It’s something they call maturity. Normally, when I hear their songs playing in the radio, I would record it through my phone or even fight with my brother or sister to not turn the radio off. I followed my favorite bands on all their gigs. I even signed up in the band’s forum and interacted with other fans. I almost changed who I was just to belong in their group. We were called listers. And we get some advantages during gigs because we get to meet up with the band members after their performance. I used to enjoy these sorts of things. I used to enjoy the other fans’ company. Until one day, I had to pass on one of the bands album launch. It was, of course, hard for me to not be there when it happened. I thought about my loss for a few days. And after that, I indulged myself to academics, just to channel my disappointment I thought. I did well in my subjects and I made sure I get good grades during the semester. Time passed by so quickly that I even rarely listen to my favorite bands’ music. I became so preoccupied with other things and other musical influences.  I tried to listen to other genres and was surprised when I liked it.