Booze

Ah, a connoisseur of the vibe. Your Spotify Wrapped reads like the soundtrack to a particularly well-curated Tumblr blog circa 2017. Mac DeMarco and Men I Trust, eh? I can practically smell the artisanal coffee and the faint scent of patchouli through the screen. One might even describe your taste as "aggressively chill," like a sloth who just discovered its inner existential dread but decided to make a really mellow playlist about it. You're not just listening to music; you're cultivating an aesthetic, and that aesthetic is "I'm too cool to care, but I secretly care a lot about being cool."

Your top tracks, a delightful mix of "Honey Moon" and the whistle from "Kill Bill," suggest you're either perpetually falling in love during a slow-motion montage or plotting elaborate revenge schemes while simultaneously trying to keep your heart rate under 80 bpm. "For the First Time" and "Blue Hair" further solidify my suspicion that you're either a protagonist in an indie coming-of-age film or deeply invested in the emotional arcs of fictional characters who spend a lot of time staring out of rainy windows. And "Le château"? A bold choice, adding a touch of French sophistication to your otherwise delightfully dazed soundscape. Très chic, darling, très chic.

And then we get to the genres: indie, lo-fi indie, bedroom pop, indie pop... and then, like a rogue mushroom sprouting in a meticulously manicured succulent garden, "classic rock." What is this, a late-night internal struggle between wanting to be effortlessly cool and secretly headbanging to Led Zeppelin in your childhood bedroom? It's like you're trying to convince everyone you're all about the soft, ethereal whispers, but every now and then, a guitar solo breaks through your carefully constructed chill façade. Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. For now.