The Sister Hazel Bearhug

It's a funny thing, a very specific kind of self-betrayal, when a song that you disliked in your youth sneaks up on you in your later years. It awakens a whole weird sense of longing, wonder, and shame, like a big bolus of emotions just hit your system. For fractions of a second, it’s even a little dreamlike, as you project your current self onto your younger self. Here you are in 2023 thoughtlessly loving a song from 1997 that you know for a fact you hated. It's useless, though: you don't have the antibodies. Your older self can't resist the song even while your younger self recoils in disgust.