How to be cool.

When we were young, my straight A brother asked me "how do u get cool?"

Well hey that's cool I get invited to the places all the cool kids are going, that's cool that's cool. But really, it's cool and I'm cool and I've done cool stuff to be cool and only now can I say that yes, I really did want to be cool because now, yes, I really don't need it anymore. The biggest tragedy is that it is not tragic and the cOol kids think it is. Because the things I find fulfilling are tragic when you're cool. But.......I'm loving all the things I used to fear. I am cool enough, though, to acknowledge that "the cool kids" are me myself and I just criticizing each other because of the pure shock that after so long just working at being cool....it's not nearly what matters. I keep trying, lately, to continue to enjoy the chase of cool. Alas, at the mere middle of the night, I want to go home and watch a movie in my sweatpants with an uncool tag and an uncool fit. Life got better when I dropped cool. And for understanding that, I feel very very cool ;)