You know that feeling when you’re the only one who doesn’t like something that literally everyone else likes and you have to pretend to like that thing even if, I don’t know, it tastes really gross and you need to spit it out or is really boring and you just want to turn it off or is, objectively, a really stupid thing that no adult should fall prey to liking? I got that feeling a lot this past year. By my count, at least ten times. And, again, I don’t know, it could easily be something that’s inherently flawed in me that makes it impossible for me to take pleasure in what other people enjoy. So, it’s okay if no one agrees with me about these things. I can continue to be the iconoclast that I was in high school, when I was maybe the only person I knew who didn’t like Dave Matthews. Yeah, I KNOW that’s still controversial. But like I said, iconoclast.