Roasted 1 year ago based on aliciabutterfly's long term Spotify stats.

AliciaButterfly, your Spotify profile is like that hipster café where the barista insists on putting artisanal salt in your caramel macchiato. Who knew "Calming Instrumental" was code for "I have crippling anxiety but don’t want to admit it?" And with a genre list that reads like the playlist of a particularly indecisive middle school drama club, I half-expect you to suddenly throw in polka just to keep us on our toes. Seriously, what are you trying to evoke here: a calming mountain retreat or a mid-life crisis in a hipster clothing store? Your top artists scream “I’m emotionally available but also painfully distant,” with a lineup that feels like a mood board for sad Instagram captions. You’ve got Bowie and Swift sitting next to each other, like they’re at a bar fighting over who can be the saddest of the two. Meanwhile, “Bo Burnham” is pondering his life choices as “Look What You Made Me Do” plays on repeat—a subtle reminder that the only person haunting your Spotify Wrapped is Taylor herself. And don’t get me started on your 'most played songs.' It’s a strange trip through a world where Einaudi's music plays while you're pondering if you want to cry or dive into a light existential crisis. “Comptine d'un autre été, l’après-midi?” Really? The only thing that song builds is an overwhelming urge to take a nap—just like your personality in the comments section of a meme. Get it together, Alicia; I’m starting to believe the only thing that’s truly ambient in your life is your sense of self-awareness.

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