But these days, I no longer find myself repulsed by feminine clothing. I'm not saying that I only buy pink floral lacy dresses now LOL, just that my tastes and preferences seem to have expanded significantly. Floral skirts and pink tops now make up a portion of my wardrobe. 

It made me think about how you could detest something so much at a certain point in your life and then unknowingly grow to love it later on. Or vice versa. For example, you're shopping for CNY clothing with your family, stubbornly resisting a blouse your mom tries to force upon you. Then WHAM-fast forward like 5 years and you're scanning sales racks like a hawk for similar tops wth. It doesn't even happen consciously sometimes...you just realise it at some point. 

Another example? Twilight. When a friend first introduced the book series to me, I really liked it. I even got into the whole supernatural/paranormal genre because of it...my Goodreads list was filled with series about vampires, werewolves, angels, sirens etc. Most of them included a hot and brooding male lead of supernatural origins hahaha, kind of like Edward Cullen ripoffs. It's embarrassing to admit it, but the 'strong and silent' type was like all the rage and I totally bought into it lol lol. 

Anyway I digress. The thing is, I was so looking forward to the movie franchise. But when the first one came out, I just hated it. And somewhere along the third or fourth film, my impression of Twilight as a whole franchise soured to the point where I couldn't even remember why I liked the books in the first place. To me, it had become a story about a sparkling vegetarian vampire who forms an unhealthy mutual obsession with a high school girl many years his junior, leading to her getting pregnant, giving birth and never getting to college. 

THE MAGIC WAS ALL GONE. 

I guess with time, experience& influences from our surrounding environment, even really strong passion can fade out and become replaced by vague disinterest or even repulsion. Or you change your mind and become more receptive, even welcoming, towards things you thought you would never have touched without a ten-foot pole. This probably goes for books, movies, songs, places...maybe even people and beliefs?

It's perfectly normal, I know, and natural. But it's still kind of weird that feelings can evaporate so quickly. What you think to be true today could be totally different, maybe not tomorrow, but like a decade from now.

Who knows what else will change? Sometimes I wish I could peek into the future and witness who I become next time. If that were ever possible, I hope I like what I see. 

But these days, I no longer find myself repulsed by feminine clothing. I'm not saying that I only buy pink floral lacy dresses now LOL, just that my tastes and preferences seem to have expanded significantly. Floral skirts and pink tops now make up a portion of my wardrobe. 

It made me think about how you could detest something so much at a certain point in your life and then unknowingly grow to love it later on. Or vice versa. For example, you're shopping for CNY clothing with your family, stubbornly resisting a blouse your mom tries to force upon you. Then WHAM-fast forward like 5 years and you're scanning sales racks like a hawk for similar tops wth. It doesn't even happen consciously sometimes...you just realise it at some point. 

Another example? Twilight. When a friend first introduced the book series to me, I really liked it. I even got into the whole supernatural/paranormal genre because of it...my Goodreads list was filled with series about vampires, werewolves, angels, sirens etc. Most of them included a hot and brooding male lead of supernatural origins hahaha, kind of like Edward Cullen ripoffs. It's embarrassing to admit it, but the 'strong and silent' type was like all the rage and I totally bought into it lol lol. 

Anyway I digress. The thing is, I was so looking forward to the movie franchise. But when the first one came out, I just hated it. And somewhere along the third or fourth film, my impression of Twilight as a whole franchise soured to the point where I couldn't even remember why I liked the books in the first place. To me, it had become a story about a sparkling vegetarian vampire who forms an unhealthy mutual obsession with a high school girl many years his junior, leading to her getting pregnant, giving birth and never getting to college. 

THE MAGIC WAS ALL GONE. 

I guess with time, experience& influences from our surrounding environment, even really strong passion can fade out and become replaced by vague disinterest or even repulsion. Or you change your mind and become more receptive, even welcoming, towards things you thought you would never have touched without a ten-foot pole. This probably goes for books, movies, songs, places...maybe even people and beliefs?

It's perfectly normal, I know, and natural. But it's still kind of weird that feelings can evaporate so quickly. What you think to be true today could be totally different, maybe not tomorrow, but like a decade from now.

Who knows what else will change? Sometimes I wish I could peek into the future and witness who I become next time. If that were ever possible, I hope I like what I see.