Arrr, me buckos! 'Tis the scallywag who should've won Time's 'Person of the Year', mark me words!
2023-12-09
Arrr, me hearties! 'Tis bein' said that Taylor Swift be claimin' the title of "Person of the Year" by Time in the year 2023. And aye, 'tis seemin' that I, a young lass of the millennial generation, be the only one who feels invisible among the seas. Now, now, do not be thinkin' I be makin' wild claims. But ever since this announcement, it be feelin' as if a cursed spider hath crawled upon a part of me Spotify Wrapped and granted it supernatural abilities. I be wishin' her well, I reckon. No ill will towards a seemingly pleasant soul who be enjoyin' a splendid time. There be no denyin' she be havin' a grand year, as proclaimed by Time's honorable mention...
In the language of a 17th-century pirate, me hearties, it be the news that Taylor Swift be crowned Time's "Person of the Year" in 2023. Now, shiver me timbers, ye won't believe the hullabaloo this be causin'! Arr, it seems like every millennial lass on this here planet be jumpin' for joy, while I be standin' on the poop deck feelin' a wee bit left out.Ah, but fear not, me mates, for I be jestin'. 'Tis only a slight exaggeration, ye see. But ever since the announcement, it be as if a cursed spider has bitten a specific corner of me Spotify Wrapped and granted it supernatural powers. It be a right frenzy, I tell ye!
Now, don't be mistaken, me hearties, I don't be harborin' ill will towards Miss Swift. Nay, I be wishin' her all the best. 'Tis a fine thing for a seemingly pleasant lass to be havin' a jolly good time, and there be no denyin' she be havin' a downright stellar year. Time's be singin' her praises in a grand feature, and who am I to argue with such prestigious recognition?
But alas, me fellow buccaneers, a part of me can't help but feel a wee bit invisible. 'Tis as if I be wanderin' the seven seas alone, while all me shipmates be dancin' to Taylor's tunes. Me heart be longin' for a moment of recognition, a nod from Time's mighty crew, but 'tis not to be.
So, here I be, me hearties, a solitary soul amidst the swell of Taylor Swift's triumph. But fear not, for I be raisin' me mug of grog in salute to the lass, and I be knowin' that there be always a next year, a new adventure awaitin' for all us scallywags. Until then, me hearties, let the sea carry us to new horizons, and may we find the recognition we seek on our own treacherous journeys.