We need glitter bombs and shaking hips

#5: I swear on this, no matter how extensive my current musical elitism:

I saw ‘NSYNC in concert when I was 15, and when the lighting went crazy, when the girlish pubescence swelled into a frenzy, when JC Chasez (the specter of my wet dreams) threw a janky sweat-laden towel in my direction, I swear this on my tiny African mother: I peaked. My heart felt it. My body buzzed with approval.

For a few seconds, I had a lived a full life.

And later, if a person is wrong about that pure feeling, especially after witnessing the scope of a messy, unpredictable human existence, I wouldn’t sweat too much. We should first instinct. We shouldn’t diminish the past in the presence of knowledge or foresight.

One should feel so sure about a moment at least once.