I got a new shirt yesterday. I put it on this morning, with pride. I was satisfied that I had made a good decision in choosing to buy it, as it almost certainly looked at least "ok" on me. Then I put on my blue jeans and grey hooded jacket, along with all the other usual "clothes", then left my house.
As I walked down the street, a person approached in the opposite direction wearing an identical shirt, blue jeans and an identical grey hooded jacket. He needed a haircut quite badly and looked dour and unsatisfied.
It was like in that episode of the simpsons where bart clears Krusty's name but the credit goes to that other guy, then the other guy skateboards across bart's window and they exchange glares.
It's so very difficult to retain individuality these days.
However, I am bidding on a pair of ridiculous shoes on ebay. No-one in their right mind would wear them: it's perfect.