We are all the same

 As I realize that all I can do is imitate old "authentic" models, I get disappointed. 

After having spent so much time prostrated firmly in the idea of "being different," I see with simulated indifference that historically there have been many like me. Equaling the fleeting opportunist philosophies and perhaps, even surpassing them in colour and number.

Those who do not care about these issues now trivial. 

Those that live indifferent and happy, and whose sect is defined, contrary to mine, for having no interest in the equally vain paradox of showing a carefully unkempt self.