Your playlist changes every few months. So do you. That’s not being fake, that’s being alive.

Taste is a record of who you were when you found something, so it moves as you do. Songs that fit one particular year stop fitting, which feels like inconsistency only if you expect yourself to be a fixed object. You are not. Nobody accuses a seventeen-year-old of being fake for having outgrown what they loved at twelve.

Let the old things go without a ceremony and keep whatever still works. Follow something new that nobody introduced you to, and stop defending a preference you have actually finished with.