During my youth, my family could easily predict my mood. Happiness? Jay-Z. Sadness? Linkin Park. Teenage lust? Boy bands.
Looking back, I think what did me in on the latter was the cheesy charm.
“I’ll never break your heart.”
“You’re all I ever wanted.”
“For the rest of my life, you don’t have to think twice.”
These lyrics may have echoed across the globe, but for an insecure girl in a little mountain town with limited dating options, they offered a sunnier forecast.
Only what I didn’t realize then is this: I was sowing the seeds of future discontent.