The other day, Clark and I were trying to explain to Ali what a hipster is. (My brother is basically a hipster--he just doesn't want to admit it--so he knows all about this stuff.) And we were explaining how there were a select few who started this hipster revolution. We'll call them "The Originals" (Vampire Diaries anyone???). Anyway, we were telling her how these Originals really were the first ones to start wearing a certain type of clothing, start listening to a certain type of music and such. And they didn't really care what anyone else thought; they just had good taste (and they knew it). So, theoretically, the Originals really were unique in the beginning. Very unique, in fact. But pretty soon, they were joined by throngs of people who wanted to proclaim themselves as "unique" as well. And pretty soon, none of them were.
At this point, Ali had become a little frustrated:
"So basically what you're saying is that there is absolutely no way for me to be unique?"
To which Clark responded:
"Well. In a cynical, melancholy way, I guess... --Actually, no. There is one way that I know of, and that is to be a genuinely good person. Because to find one of those in this world--that's pretty rare."
Oh, brother. You are much too wise.
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