Go to Paris. Go to a clothing-boutique-café that also has locations in New York and LA. Order a matcha that's indistinguishable from what you drink every day back home. Fuck it, order two. Post about it like you just discovered a hole in the wall hidden gem in Sarajevo or Shibuya
ideally, you overcome any childish pretensions of posturing yourself as mysterious once you realize that being candidly eccentric produces the same isolating effect
not even kidding when i say this exact thought crosses my mind every single day which is why i’ve made it my personal mission to enjoy my life to the absolute fullest