Eclectic or... stereotypical?

Not sure if you ever experience this, but sometimes when I think I am really different and perhaps a bit original, I soon realize that everyone else thinks exactly the same. Like I was some sort of trend attracter sensitive like a feather, unknowingly following all twist and turns of the modern society while I think that "You see I, I go my own way". Someone once said to me, "You have to realize that everything you do and think will always be a copy of someone else. New thoughts do not exist, they are all already taken".

Recently various people have called me eclectic. The way I want to design my new flat is eclectic, my taste in the opposite sex is eclectic (ehh.. yes..), my taste in music, clothes, view points, lifestyle, my whatever is eclectic. And I sort of like my little word, it's very tasty and feels good in the mouth, and very.. intriguing. Eclectic, eclectic, eclectic.

And needless to say, the moment I started feeling that this was a spot on word for me, my own little word-friend, I realize that this is THE word for the moment. Everything is described as eclectic in magazines, design styles, books, you name it. And clearly, it becomes a bit of an oxymoron in the end. The word ECLECTIC implies that something is not following a certain pattern, but takes in influences of different kinds. And when you think of it, if this is now the IN thing, then it becomes a pattern and a style, and hence no longer ... eclectic?

Bah. Lingo-thinkings to late at night makes my brain spongy. Better go to bed and read another chapter in my favourite book "Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English". Letter E.

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