Perhaps Arthur Miller was ahead of the game when (in the early 1950s?) he had Willie Loman, in Death of a Salesman the salesman of the title, refer to one of his sons as ‘liked, but not well — liked’.
It seems we have all become to focused on being ‘well — liked’ which has resulted in many of us losing touch with who we are.
You say ‘I have never gained anything by emphasizing how different I am’ (I guess the I in that sentence is a somewhat metaphorical alter ego as the article tells me you are not the type to do what all the other hipsters are doing to show how cool they are,) and likewise, nobody has. Being ourselves is what makes us different, there are so many people trying to be different it’s hard to tell them apart.
As I’ve always said, the truly cool person is the one who never cares whether what they’re doing is cool.