There are a myriad of things I don't "get."
Mushrooms in any form at any time. Water Chestnuts as part of a meal, any meal. Pineapple on pizza or, as I've been seeing in my local grocery recently, as pineapple pie. RB Leipzig, period (stop, check please).
And amongst and betwixt all of that, Kanye West, or as he is called now, Ye. <sigh> How can I miss him when he never goes away?
My disinterest, bordering on antipathy, doesn't diminish his success in any way. I suspect he doesn't consider a nearly seventy-three-year-old guy so white he glows in the dark to be in his target demo and that's as it should be.
There are billions of people on this planet, I suspect for whom I care not a feather to a farthing and yet every once in a while, usually when I've forgotten all about him, or nearly, he pops back up and to my dismay I find myself paying him more attention than, for instance, RB Leipzig covered in mushrooms.
His music does nothing for me, at all. Again, not in his target demo so that's okay. Never understood the whole fascination with The Kardashians and the struggles he has/had with a diagnosis of bipolar and now, I'm told autism. I wish him well with whatever he's trying to work through but in recent days, I'm wondering why he can't work through it quietly and far away.
Ye, not for nothing: being an A$$hole is not a medical condition, and in your case, there's no cure.
-bill kenny
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