"You're just a sad, second rate, impotent little copycat."

Let's consider for a moment - The Zodiac. Conveyer belt pop idols. Any white kid who owns a Che shirt. Generic brands marketed toward the food-stamp demographic. I'm talking Compliments, Equality, Life, No Name.

Saved by the Bell... the NEW CLASS.

What about the 1968 Big Mac to the 1957 Whopper? Or 1995's Pop-eyes to 1929's KFC?

Or... Liam Gallagher! No matter how much he pleas... he is NOT the reincarnate of John Lennon. Simply put... he's a copycat.

COPYCAT!!

It's safe to say the original is usually always better, which is why I'm not too peeved by the string of copycats that I've seem to accumulate over the past few decades. Not saying these unnamed individuals wanted to be me. Why would they? They usually had simpler lives - and by extension - less stressful ones. But there are certain qualities, details that are "me" that they would try to fashion... or embody rather, which is just downright, doggone ambitious to say the least.

Time and time again I've been told I am "mature" - older than the value my numerical years suggest. Sometimes, I agree. Sometimes that observation is almost completely right. However...let's allow for just a moment (or for the duration of this blog post at least) for a little of my immaturity to shine through. After all, we all need a little time to breathe (er vent)... and what better outlet than under an alias on a forum virtually no one reads? Yes. Let's.

Here it goes -

I'm sick of copycats!!! It's not flattering... At least I don't find it flattering. Do you?

It's especially unflattering - and might I add uber annoying - when said individual copycat ignores you, or chooses to deliberately ignore certain trademarks to your personality (most likely because of jealousy?) ...and then at some point later copies you OR admits their admiration for you when they're either a) drunk, b) desperate for attention... or c) For once in a good mood and want to throw it in your face. Spare me.

I leave you with this -

Say I take off this dress... shave my head, throw away my glasses, leave the film industry and never write again...? What I'm left with is still more than what you've tried to gain by being a copycat. I've still got what's me - that's spirit. A spirit that strives to be grateful - never petty. A spirit that's optimistic and growls in the face of intimidation. A spirit that try, tries again. Hell, if it were a carebear it'd be Champ. And it's something you'll never have, and can never try to annex as your own.

xoLo

If I were a saying in French I would be: C'est la vie.