Sunday Edition: The Language of Sameness
Sometimes sameness isn’t about blending in, it’s about feeling seen
The Sunday Edition is Tuesday’s little sister—off-the-cuff updates I’d bring up over a coffee catch-up with a friend.
I’ve been turning over this thought lately, how often the things we buy, wear, or share aren’t really about the things themselves, but about what they say.
A certain jacket, a popular book on the nightstand, the kind of shoes lined up by the door, they all carry a quiet message. Not necessarily about fashion or taste, but about belonging. About being understood without having to explain.
There’s a comfort in sameness. A sense of exhale when you walk into a room and spot someone holding the same bag you carry, or when you mention a TV show and everyone nods in recognition. It’s less about trend-chasing and more about connection, tiny anchors that remind us we’re part of something bigger than just ourselves.
And yet, sameness is complicated. On one hand, it can feel numbing, the endless scroll of lookalike outfits, curated routines, “it” products lined up on bathroom counters. A sense that individuality has been edited out, flattened into a single aesthetic. On the other hand, those very choices can be soothing. They can make the world feel just a little less sharp-edged. Maybe that’s the paradox. We want to be original, but we also want to belong.
I think about this a lot as a parent, watching how my kids navigate friendships. At school, there’s a language of sameness in the games they play, the shows they reference, even the snacks they bring to lunch. It’s not really about Pokémon cards or fruit snacks, it’s about showing each other, you and I are alike. That same instinct doesn’t disappear as we grow up. We just trade the playground for Instagram feeds, or for conversations at school pickup, where sameness still acts as a shorthand for closeness.
And maybe that’s why it’s so powerful. In a culture where loneliness is everywhere, quietly shaping lives, but rarely spoken aloud, sameness offers a shortcut to belonging. We reach for the same shoes, the same coffee order, the same skincare routine, not just because they work, but because they whisper: You’re not alone in this.
Sameness, at its best, is about recognition. About the comfort of someone saying “me too” without words. At its worst, it can drown out our voices, making us feel like we’re performing a script instead of living a life. The trick, maybe, is learning to notice when we’re borrowing sameness as a bridge to connection, and when it’s time to step back and remember who we are underneath it all.
Because sometimes, in a noisy world, what we’re searching for isn’t to stand out at all. It’s to be found.
Thanks for reading, friend. If this resonated, hit the heart so I know you’re out there reading along. And if you’ve ever felt that quiet comfort of sameness in your own life, I’d love to hear about it in the comments.
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