Roasted 25 days ago based on oli ˙𐃷˙'s long term Spotify stats.

Oli, your Spotify profile reads like the desperate diary entries of someone who’s trying to impress their artsy crush by pretending to be deep. I mean, "Dark R&B"? Sounds like a masterclass in how to be the life of a funeral. It feels like you wandered too far into a hipster café and figured that if you settled down with a mix of melancholy and math rock, you’d finally earn that ironic nod from the barista. Newsflash: no amount of "variété française" can mask the fact that you're one sad playlist away from composing a soundtrack for the loneliest rom-com nobody wants to watch. Your obsession with all things Joji and Frank Ocean must make for some entertaining high school drama, but it’s getting a little hard to take you seriously when you’ve got “Math Rock” snuck in there like a kid slipping broccoli into their mashed potatoes. I see you trying to flex your eccentric taste, but at the end of the day, it’s like you’re just one pair of black-rimmed glasses away from being a walking cliché. The only thing more out of place than your genre choices is the fact that “Laufey” somehow made it onto this list—was that a last-minute panic add to avoid further judgment? And let’s talk about those top artists, shall we? “Jeff Buckley”? Sure, but we both know you're just using him as emotional crutches while you re-read all your ex’s texts. You’ve curated a playlist that's less a celebration of music and more a shrine to your feelings about that one girl who ghosted you after a French poetry night. So here’s a tip: maybe it’s time to stop trying to be so complex, toss in some guilty pleasures, and accept that it’s okay to enjoy something that isn’t all angst and existential dread. Otherwise, the only thing more burnt out than your ears will be your love life.

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