What she inspired me to wonder is this: Which is — or perhaps, ought to be — more important to us. To be unique individuals or to be true to ourselves?
Those two are not always the same thing, albeit they can be. I recall being a rather contrary teen. If someone said “yes”, I said “no”. If someone said “white”, I said “black”. But I wasn’t, for all my contrariness, exceptionally true to myself. In fact, I might have been a bit below average in that department because I would so often take a contrary position even when it amounted to a betrayal of myself.
So I don’t think being unique is always the same as being true, and — nowadays at least — I don’t pay much attention to being unique. But I do find happiness and a sense of purpose in being true.
So what do you think?