I am a fan girl.
To anyone who knew me in middle school, this is no surprise. After spending years as a tomboy who strictly talked about how annoying my older sister was, I eventually began obsessing over anything on the Disney Channel. It just so happened that the Jonas Brothers came to fame at the same time I was watching.
Urbandictionary.com defines a fan girl as a person "that has devoted shrines in their closets and candle-lit ceremonies of worship" to whatever it was they were obsessed with. Granted, the "Urban Dictionary" is not always spot on with their definitions, but sometimes they can make a point. In my case, there were no candle-lit ceremonies, but I am guilty of hanging up posters of Kevin, Joe and Nick in my closet.
The three brothers from New Jersey immediately became my life with the release of their first single, "S.O.S." The song (which I admittedly still let play if it comes up on my iPod's shuffle) gave my pubescent, preteen life meaning. Their lyrical genius, like "Hugs are overrated just FYI," obviously resonated with me because I was, and this is putting it lightly, obsessed.
My "Disney Channel" phase exploded into an entire lifestyle after I discovered my love for the Jonases. Before long, the posters had escaped my closet, covering my walls. I forced my poor mother to pay overpriced fees for "Bop" and "Tiger Beat" magazines, carefully unlatching the staples from the centerfold posters in order to save my sweet Joe's face from unnecessary puncture.
I know what you're thinking: I was a monster. And it's unfortunately true, my life revolved around everything those three brothers did. If I wasn't talking about them, I was probably asleep dreaming about them. Looking back, it's sad to admit that I spent three years obsessing over three kids who, despite being moderately cute, are mediocre musicians. Plus, now that Kevin is married, no one cares about him. (Besides his wife, who ever actually did?)
Today, I am able to laugh off my obsession as if I had accidentally left the bathroom with toilet paper stuck to my shoe, but those moments when I realize the toilet paper trails behind my feet still leave me blushing. When I come across remnants of my past, like an old T-shirt with Joe's face on it or a Jonas Brothers embossed pen I used to pray to keep forever, I feel a little shame. My obsession is embarrassing, but still, I'd like to think it shaped me into the person I am today.
No longer do I stalk fan pages online or threaten my mom for silly magazines. Rather, I practice my fan girlness in a healthy moderation with nothing too intense. Boy bands still have a place in my heart (looking at you, One Direction), but I am too busy and too focused on school and work to worry about every date of their world tour or whether they wear boxers or briefs. I will openly admit to being OK with having an arranged marriage with Zayn Malik (OK, I just did), but beyond that there is not much more to my 1D "obsession," if you can even call it that.
Let's be honest here, everyone is obsessed with something, whether it's the Jonas Brothers, manga comics, Justin Bieber, Chacos, pizza or Quentin Tarantino films. I think a healthy obsession with anything is fine, just don't overdo it.
You don't want to be the person who idolized the Jonas Brothers so much that people remind them of it every day. Trust me.
With their new single, "Pom Poms," being released Tuesday, the JoBros seem to be kick-starting their career after three years of laying low. I may or may not stay up late Monday night to hear the song; I can't help my curiosity. I will always secretly wish I had met them at a meet-and-greet because I was almost positive one of them would fall in love with me. But for now, all I can do is wish them all the best in their future endeavors, as a mature fan girl would.
— Melodi Erdogan is a freshman in journalism and electronic media. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.