For the most part I don't buy into the whole "basic b*tch" ness of fall-love. I don't like Pumpkin Spice Lattes (sorry, but if it's gonna have the spices, it has to have the pumpkin - and also, preferably, actually be a baked good), I don't wear ugg boots and yoga pants out in public (I don't even OWN ugg boots) and if I wear a flannel shirt I'm more likely to look like I misplaced my axe than anything that can be described as "cute".
I pretty much always adhere to the rule "If you wore it the first time, you shouldn't wear it the second time" and since stirrup pant leggings, empire waist/spaghetti strap dresses and wild patterns were SO my jam in the 90s, I do try to avoid them when they make a resurgance in the stores.... mostly.
I am lucky to have a very close relationship with my sisters. It wasn't until I was an adult and began talking to other people that I realized just how "abnormal" our close relationships were. My sisters are 3 and 6 years younger than me, respectively, but are absolutely some of my closest friends. We talk very regularly, see each other often and have several sister traditions - one of which, is apple picking.