Pomegranate juice will become massively popular and it’s the slippery slope that slip n’ slides us to prune juice, and suddenly we’re acting like eighty-year-olds as if our hunched backs didn’t already get that across.

THE Valentine’s day trend will be to give notes through paper airplanes. It’s going to be so annoying to watch, but slightly romantic, I guess.

In March, there will be a massive snow storm, maybe if timed well enough, we’ll have a white St. Patrick’s Day. If so, some TikToker will make a song about it, and it will be a terrible song.

Andrew Garfield will direct a movie. It’ll be horridly mediocre but everyone will praise it and be appalled when it doesn’t get an Oscar nomination.

Some politician will post a photo of a snowman (perhaps in March), and it’s so glaringly obviously a publicity stunt to make them seem more personable but in the background, there will be an ambiguous figure, and now the politician will face dating rumors, rumors of being gay or potentially both. (Maybe it’ll be one of those politicians from Denmark.) In other words, the publicity stunt works.

Red will be the new It color. (I am not just saying this because I finally came to the revelation that everything I own is starting to be red and now I think red is my favorite color even though it is slightly embarrassing for me to say a primary color is my favorite color but then again there’s the narcissistic packaging of self, . I might be partially just saying this because red is my favorite color.)

Paisley print will be all the rage.

People will start lamenting about the aesthetic of early iPhone photos, and purposefully edit their current high quality iPhone photos to look like old low quality iPhone photos.

Side parts will come back, and everyone will obsess over Emma Roberts’ hairstyle from Wild Child, like desperately so.

There’s going to be an applesauce craze (I’m already starting to eat too much applesauce).