Originality

Do you ever get that feeling like you are completely unoriginal?

The other night I was examining my closet. Well, not just my closet, but the wardrobe inside my closet. After spending an unusual amount of time looking at my clothes, I was suddenly enveloped by the feeling of unoriginal-ness (is that even a word?).

Every single item I own was something that I found cute on someone else. Nothing in my closet, nothing in my jewelry box, nothing in my shoe tree came to me as an original thought. I even bought a watch yesterday solely because I found cute on someone else (Heather Barney, if you're reading this, it's you).

I feel like I've committed plagiarism. Fashion plagiarism.

What do I do about this? How do I create my own style; my own image? I feel like my Rachel-ness (again, not a word) is just a jumbled hodge-podge of other people's styles. I'm not trying to take anyone else's closet, but I've now come to wonder if there a singular item that in it's existence only personifies me?

Then I got to thinking, what about everything else in my life? My personality (which is heavily influenced by the WB show Gilmore Girls), my interests, my taste in food, my laugh, is any of it really mine? Am I just another drone of existence, hopelessly copying what the media has displayed for me?

And then crazy questions start popping up in my head, like:

Are we all this way?

Is there really any true originality?

Is everyone just copying something cool that they saw on someone else?

And with this, I take a deep breath and a little advice from Natalie Portman.