I’m sometimes still asked for my student ID, even though I’m officially on the steadier side of 30. Spotify knows all my secrets, though: It found the suspiciously wrinkled portrait in the attic, and stared straight into my soul, guesstimating my listening age as 57 in my 2025 Wrapped.
Supposedly, I racked up 353 different genres this year, too. I’ve always had eclectic tastes with a penchant for the weird and the wonderful, so neither this stat nor the visage of an elderly man is entirely out of place—and if I had to guess, the dollop of classical music included in my top songs in the year is certainly playing a part in this chronological aberration.
