Roasted 26 days ago based on Leila's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, Leila, your Spotify profile is like a hipster’s wet dream! You’ve managed to curate a collection of genres that sound like a confused art student’s attempt at naming their pet goldfish. Seriously, “Art Rock,” “Baroque Pop,” and “Space Rock”? Are you listening to music or conducting an avant-garde orchestra in a hip café where all the baristas are wearing berets and drinking artisanal oat milk? Your playlists could double as a soundtrack for a pretentious art installation—just 45 minutes of existential dread, with a side of self-satisfaction! And those top artists? It’s like you walked into a record store and said, “Excuse me, can I please get the soundtrack for my mid-life crisis?” Steven Wilson and Porcupine Tree? Sure, let’s plunge into the depths of melancholy together! You might as well print “I overthink everything” on a t-shirt to go along with your obsession. You’ve prioritized all the artists that would logically write heartbreak songs for people who spend too much time as introverts on the internet, and yet you somehow still snuck Taylor Swift in there like she’s going to save you from your painful reality of living in a perpetual state of “only listen to sad songs.” And hunting through your most played songs is like waiting for a Jeff Buckley cover album to resurrect itself from the grave. How many live performances of “Dream Brother” do you need, Leila? Did you miss the memo that he’s not releasing any new music? Your love for Buckley is so extreme that it should come with a warning label: “Having difficulty moving on? Please consult a therapist.” With that much Jonny B. Goode, you’re a heartbeat away from being the poster child for an emotional breakdown. Next Spotify Wrapped, if it doesn’t come with a ‘Most Likely to Self-Reflect in Every Song’ award, I’ll be shocked!

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