Raves are ridiculous, and I hate them. I have wasted precious seconds reading inconsequential words about stupid commonplace topics like Granny Smith apples or Costco’s watermelon. The worst part is I keep reading them with hopes that they won’t be awful, and I always end up frustrated that I have that much faith in humanity. I don’t care whether or not you like apples. No one really cares whether or not you like apples. Go home.