This collection of essays is a blend of pop culture, personal storytelling, and a significant shift in identity. You know those things you swore were “just a phase” but actually rewired your entire personality like a dodgy LimeWire download? Yeah. This collection is a love letter to those.
Whether it was bingeing Skins at 13 or curating a Tumblr blog like it was a full-time job, these were more than passing trends. They were core memories. Personality points. Horcruxes, even.
Let’s embark on a nostalgic journey (wearing low-rise jeans, of course) and reminisce about the “phases” that shaped our identities.
1. LimeWire: My First Taste of Chaos
Oh, LimeWire. LimeWire was the forbidden fruit of the early 2000s.
What started as me trying to download “Promiscuous” by Nelly Furtado turned into a 3-hour odyssey of mislabeled files, corrupted audio, and possibly giving our family computer 87 viruses. But did I care? Absolutely not.
This was the first time I realised how badly I wanted music and how far I’d go for a vibe. And if I had to destroy my hard drive to get there, so be it.
Lasting impact: Taught me risk-taking, commitment, and how to be emotionally attached to badly compressed MP3s.
2. MSN Display Names Were My First Mood Boards
Before Instagram bios or even Facebook walls, there were MSN display names.
Mine? Something like:
💔xX_bRoKeN_bUt_BeAuTiFuL_Xx💔
Your display name was your whole personality. Song lyrics, passive-aggressive statuses, weird Unicode symbols, it was the OG form of emotional subtweeting.
Every time I broke up with someone (read: stopped sitting next to them in maths), my display name told the world. And by “the world,”, I mean the six people I had on MSN.
Lasting impact: I learned early how to curate an aesthetic, control my narrative, and weaponise my lyrics.
3. Watching Skins Too Young: An Identity Crisis in 40-Minute Episodes
I watched Skins when I was way too young and by “watched,”, I mean studied. Obsessively.
Effy Stonem with her smudged eyeliner and thousand-yard stare? I was her (in my head). Cassie’s chaotic sweetness? Also me (somehow, simultaneously).
Skins gave me my first blueprint of what ~teen angst~ looked like, and I followed it like gospel. Cigarettes, platform boots, and unspoken trauma were all familiar to me. Yes, please.
Lasting impact: This show made me dramatic, introspective, and weirdly into grungy British slang.
4. My First Ryanair Flight: Core Memory Unlocked
Nothing says “coming of age” like a chaotic Ryanair flight to somewhere vaguely beachy.
Mine was a €9.99 escape to Barcelona with three friends, zero sunscreen, and one very questionable Airbnb. We were 17 and feeling so adult until someone’s passport got lost and we almost missed our return flight.
Flying budget airlines felt like freedom, the kind that smelt like Pringles and cheap perfume.
Lasting impact: I caught the travel bug, developed a taste for spontaneous plans, and learnt how to survive on granola bars and dreams.
5. Tumblr in Its Prime: My Internet Soulmate
Tumblr in its 2012-2015 era was not just a website; it was a personality.
I had a blog full of black-and-white crying gifs, Arctic Monkeys lyrics, and deep quotes I didn’t understand but felt. I reblogged pictures of cigarette smoke and fairy lights like it was a religion.
And don’t get me started on the fandoms: Doctor Who, Supernatural, and Sherlock (yes, the trifecta). If you know, you know.
Lasting impact: Tumblr taught me about aesthetics, found family, and how to overanalyse a single lyric until it became a thesis.
TL;DR: It Wasn’t a Phase, Mom
These weren’t just hobbies or trends; they were little portals that shaped the way we see the world, express ourselves, and curate our identities.
We thought we were just being quirky. But we were actually downloading lifelong core memories.
So here’s to the “phases” that stuck. The ones that helped us figure out who we were, even if we had to get a computer virus or an emotional breakdown on a beach to get there.
