Of course, in reality I was identical to all the other 90s grunge era slackers. Being uniformly "different" was our way of fitting in. But I liked to believe I was unique.
In my quest to be anything but mainstream, I found myself rejecting a lot of popular things without even trying them. You wouldn't have caught me getting a Rachel or going to Ibiza. I didn't know the Vengaboys' dance moves.
I like to think I'm beyond this now. I own clothes from ASOS; I've watched movies with explosions in them; I gave both kale and salted caramel a try (they're disgusting).
But the truth is, I still find myself refusing to risk liking a lot of popular things. If something's mentioned on too many blogs, I'll irrationally resist it.
Here are some of the things of which I'm stubbornly depriving myself at the moment: