I’m totally, a F-A-N, how about you??? Translated…
“What would be the fitting age for chasing after the stars?”, I kept thinking about this question lately.
A short while ago, a relative complained to me, that her daughter recently became a fanatic for a Korean star, and was planning to spend all the money, to go to Korea to see the man in concert. My relative believed that chasing after the stars was something stupid, that after her daughter gets to a certain age, she would totally regret having done so, wanted me to help “console” with her. After I’d learned this, I’d slowly, opened up that dust covered box, packed with the records, the posters, the newspapers and magazines, and it’s, reopened the memories for me, also, reignited my passion for it back then too.
like this??? not my cartoon…
I’d become a fan, of a Japanese group, I was, a Japanese star chaser, the albums, the DVD, anything relating to the group, posters filling up my bedroom walls, the items with the group’s photo on them, those were, the basics, in order to sing along with my idols, I’d started learning Japanese, from the phonetics, and I’d worked as hard as if I were about to take my entrance exams into university. Back then, it was very difficult to know what was going on overseas, and so, whenever the magazines, or papers had any news of my idols, I’d always bought two copies of the periodicals, clipped one to put into my private stash, and the other, I’d not opened it, to keep it forever; and, as I heard the songs on the radio, I’d immediately picked up my recorder to record it; as I strolled on the streets, and heard the shops played their music, I’d stayed until the song was over, even if I wasn’t shopping for anything………being a star chaser, I’d never felt tired, so long as I can get closer to my idols, I’d become, so ecstatic.
With starting to work, the albums I bought became negatively correlated with my age, and the posters on my bedroom walls, taken down one by one, and put into the boxes, and, the boxes of stuff with my star-chasing experience went from next to my desk, to a hidden darkened corner of my closets; until I’d opened that box again, I’d thought, that my stages of being a fanatic was over.
I’d listened to the albums again, watched the DVD of the concerts, and flipped through the magazines and posters carefully, and now, without the heart or the energies, to chase after the stars, I’d looked at these items that marked my youth, and not felt they were, the least bit odd, instead, I’d become, taken by how happy I can be for a whole month, over a CD.
a star sighting here! Photo from online…
A few days ago, I’d told my relative’s daughter my story, and told her, “You can chase after the stars, but don’t do it that you’d become, fatigued inside and out.” And I’d advised my relative, to use the concerts as a form of reward for her daughter when she did well, and that she should, see through her daughter’s angle, the things she’d chased after, because, there’s, NO limited in the age, in chasing after the stars.
So, because you were, once a super fans for a group, that was how you could understand where the young woman was coming from, and, looking back, you’d realized, how whacked out your behaviors were, chasing after the group, but hey, that’s, a part of growing up, if we don’t do something stupid, if we’re not crazy about some things in our lives, then, we wouldn’t be who we are right now, would we? Nope, so, it’s all, a process of coming of age…
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