We're going to have a serious conversation today. It's about me. (Because that's what this blog is about, and for some reason a few of you seem to like it?) It's about how I'm not very cool.
I know. I know I'm not cool. I'm painfully aware of it. One time I asked Alex, "am I cool? would you say that i'm cool?" And he said, "of course I think you're cool!" Which, I mean, for all intents and purposes is basically saying, "you poor pathetic lame-head, i only think you're cool because i love you!"
I like to think I can dress well. I can do my hair pretty averagely so it's at least passable as cool. But let's just be real here and admit what we all know... as soon as I open my mouth, the facade is destroyed. I'm a goof, a nerd, and all around awkward. I run from people I know in the grocery stores. I make weird facial expressions like, all the time. I get irrationally excited about mundane things. I sit at home and blog in the evenings. When people ask me to introduce myself, I start sweating. My idea of a weekend is curling up with a good book or going to see a movie based on a book. I despise talking on the phone (it also causes sweating... i'm an anxious sweater!) When people knock on my door when I'm home alone I hide behind the couch or the kitchen table. I will not hesitate to eat food that I dropped on the floor or myself. (depending where the floor is, i mean, within reason.)
I just... am what I am. This isn't going to hinder our friendship, right? Can we all just live with the fact that I'm not a very "cool" person?
What does cool even mean, anyway? What do you guys think makes someone "cool"?
p.s. good luck on your finals, college kids! Alex has some real beasts this week so... no partying allowed until Friday!