My screenname thing on MySpace is "Not cool enough, but twice as real". It inspired me to write this journal entry. Sort of a tongue in cheek rant, if you will.
If you think your music is better than mine, or that your playlist contains more obscure artists and bands than mine, you are probably right. If we have similar tastes in music, you've been listening to it a lot longer than me, I'm sure of it. You probably have a bigger collection of, or at least have seen a more vast array of random and less well known independent fims than I have. Probably even some foreign independent films, which are so much better and cooler than american ones. I can guarantee you can quote more movie lines from a wider variety of movies than I can. In fact, you probably DO look like some wildly popular movie star, and I sure don't. If you aren't a better cook than I am, you at least have more recipes memorized or you can do far more with far less ingredients than I can. Your memories are probably far more fond than mine, and probably started at a younger age. If they aren't more fond, they're 10x more horrible. You can probably paint better than I can, and it probably takes you half the time to whip up a fantastic masterpiece. You can probably do it in far more creative ways than I can. Hell, you probably painted a beautiful abstract that your parents still have hanging over their bed when you were five years old using only your toes. Five years old, incidentally, was long before I started thinking about painting.
You have done everything I have ever done in my life in a combination of one or more of the following ways: Better than me. Faster than me. Worse than me. With a larger budget than I had. Cheaper than I did it. With no support. With total support. Alone. With a friend by your side. Earlier in the day than I did it. Later at night than I did it. Younger than I was when I did it. With a cheeseburger in your left hand. While being naked in the snow. With more love in your heart. With less love in your heart. Totally undercover. While walking uphill both ways in barefeet in 100 degree weather with no shoes on.
Your house? Bigger than mine, cozier than mine, newer than mine, better decorated than mine, and probably cleaner than mine, too. Don't have a house yet? No worries, when you do get a house, not only will it have cost more than mine, all of the above will be applicable. Your dogs probably have more creative names and can do better tricks. My dogs eat my underwear, but I bet yours would NEVER do that. In fact, you probably don't even have a dog, because there is some far cooler, more unique animal out there that you have for a pet. You probably have two, actually.
Never let a designer label touch your skin? Great, but I like my occasional label. Only wear designer labels? Again, better than me. Think you're pretty enough to go without makeup? Happy for your confidence, but I'll start my day off with a healthy dose of foundation, blush, and eyeliner. Even if I was a supermodel. You're skinnier than me. You're curvier than me. Your tits are bigger. Or smaller, dependant upon what is "in" these days. You fuck better than I do...or at least you look or sound better doing it. Maybe you're louder than I am. Maybe you're kinkier than I am. You probably budget your money better than I do. You're a better kisser than me. You probably have a cooler cell phone than I do with a better ring tone. You have a job that pays better, and if it doesn't pay better you have a better schedule, a cooler dress code, and more awesome bosses. Your dating stories are probably 10x more horrible and 100x better than mine will ever be. Your parties are better. Your friends are probably more scene than mine, or less scene, since you probably think whatever scene I'm into is dreadfully less cool than I do.
Your tattoos are better than mine, bigger than mine, in more prominent areas than mine, or are more colorful than mine. They have more meaning than mine, or maybe less meaning than mine, because you have some other awesomely cool creative outlet in which to find meaning. You're more spiritual than I am. You're a better Republican than I am. Or, maybe you're better because you aren't a Republican. Your computer? It's better than mine and faster than mine, and you probably built it yourself. I bought mine because it has a CD burner, a flat panel monitor and because it looked pretty. Yea, PRETTY. You undoubtedly know more about gigabytes and RAM than I do, and probably did, in fact, design and facilitate the internet. You have a better relationship with your parents than I do. They helped you out a lot more than mine did. Or, maybe they helped you out a lot less than mine, so you learned the value of hard-work at a much deeper level or much earlier than I did. Your life, generally speaking, is so much better than mine I should just die of jealousy, shouldn't I?
Think again. I'm not cool and I'm totally ok with it. I'm brutally honest, friendly, loyal, loving, caring, giving, intelligent, and most of all, I'm REAL. I'm me, 100%, all the time, no matter what. I like what I like and I don't like what I don't like because I FELT LIKE IT. I'm the best friend you'll ever have, as long as you don't betray me. Once you do that, you won't exist to me anymore. I'm a great listener, and a shoulder always willing to be cried on. I'm passionate about my beliefs and no one on this planet is going to change that. If that floats your boat, I'll be one of the greatest friends you'll ever have. I'm the best friend and girlfriend I can possibly be, and I am well rewarded with a wonderful man and great, close friends. They're all I need in life if all anyone else is going to do is bring the drama.
If you are in my life or take an interest in my life for no reasons other than to change me, use me, abuse me, take advantage of me, talk about me behind my back, start needless drama, to make yourself look better, or for any other negativity, now's the time to get to stepping. I don't have the time or energy for it, and from this point on, it's 100% unacceptable. So don't do it. You either like me for me or you don't like me at all. Period.
You want cool? You've come to the wrong place. You want real...Hi, nice to meet you.
If you think your music is better than mine, or that your playlist contains more obscure artists and bands than mine, you are probably right. If we have similar tastes in music, you've been listening to it a lot longer than me, I'm sure of it. You probably have a bigger collection of, or at least have seen a more vast array of random and less well known independent fims than I have. Probably even some foreign independent films, which are so much better and cooler than american ones. I can guarantee you can quote more movie lines from a wider variety of movies than I can. In fact, you probably DO look like some wildly popular movie star, and I sure don't. If you aren't a better cook than I am, you at least have more recipes memorized or you can do far more with far less ingredients than I can. Your memories are probably far more fond than mine, and probably started at a younger age. If they aren't more fond, they're 10x more horrible. You can probably paint better than I can, and it probably takes you half the time to whip up a fantastic masterpiece. You can probably do it in far more creative ways than I can. Hell, you probably painted a beautiful abstract that your parents still have hanging over their bed when you were five years old using only your toes. Five years old, incidentally, was long before I started thinking about painting.
You have done everything I have ever done in my life in a combination of one or more of the following ways: Better than me. Faster than me. Worse than me. With a larger budget than I had. Cheaper than I did it. With no support. With total support. Alone. With a friend by your side. Earlier in the day than I did it. Later at night than I did it. Younger than I was when I did it. With a cheeseburger in your left hand. While being naked in the snow. With more love in your heart. With less love in your heart. Totally undercover. While walking uphill both ways in barefeet in 100 degree weather with no shoes on.
Your house? Bigger than mine, cozier than mine, newer than mine, better decorated than mine, and probably cleaner than mine, too. Don't have a house yet? No worries, when you do get a house, not only will it have cost more than mine, all of the above will be applicable. Your dogs probably have more creative names and can do better tricks. My dogs eat my underwear, but I bet yours would NEVER do that. In fact, you probably don't even have a dog, because there is some far cooler, more unique animal out there that you have for a pet. You probably have two, actually.
Never let a designer label touch your skin? Great, but I like my occasional label. Only wear designer labels? Again, better than me. Think you're pretty enough to go without makeup? Happy for your confidence, but I'll start my day off with a healthy dose of foundation, blush, and eyeliner. Even if I was a supermodel. You're skinnier than me. You're curvier than me. Your tits are bigger. Or smaller, dependant upon what is "in" these days. You fuck better than I do...or at least you look or sound better doing it. Maybe you're louder than I am. Maybe you're kinkier than I am. You probably budget your money better than I do. You're a better kisser than me. You probably have a cooler cell phone than I do with a better ring tone. You have a job that pays better, and if it doesn't pay better you have a better schedule, a cooler dress code, and more awesome bosses. Your dating stories are probably 10x more horrible and 100x better than mine will ever be. Your parties are better. Your friends are probably more scene than mine, or less scene, since you probably think whatever scene I'm into is dreadfully less cool than I do.
Your tattoos are better than mine, bigger than mine, in more prominent areas than mine, or are more colorful than mine. They have more meaning than mine, or maybe less meaning than mine, because you have some other awesomely cool creative outlet in which to find meaning. You're more spiritual than I am. You're a better Republican than I am. Or, maybe you're better because you aren't a Republican. Your computer? It's better than mine and faster than mine, and you probably built it yourself. I bought mine because it has a CD burner, a flat panel monitor and because it looked pretty. Yea, PRETTY. You undoubtedly know more about gigabytes and RAM than I do, and probably did, in fact, design and facilitate the internet. You have a better relationship with your parents than I do. They helped you out a lot more than mine did. Or, maybe they helped you out a lot less than mine, so you learned the value of hard-work at a much deeper level or much earlier than I did. Your life, generally speaking, is so much better than mine I should just die of jealousy, shouldn't I?
Think again. I'm not cool and I'm totally ok with it. I'm brutally honest, friendly, loyal, loving, caring, giving, intelligent, and most of all, I'm REAL. I'm me, 100%, all the time, no matter what. I like what I like and I don't like what I don't like because I FELT LIKE IT. I'm the best friend you'll ever have, as long as you don't betray me. Once you do that, you won't exist to me anymore. I'm a great listener, and a shoulder always willing to be cried on. I'm passionate about my beliefs and no one on this planet is going to change that. If that floats your boat, I'll be one of the greatest friends you'll ever have. I'm the best friend and girlfriend I can possibly be, and I am well rewarded with a wonderful man and great, close friends. They're all I need in life if all anyone else is going to do is bring the drama.
If you are in my life or take an interest in my life for no reasons other than to change me, use me, abuse me, take advantage of me, talk about me behind my back, start needless drama, to make yourself look better, or for any other negativity, now's the time to get to stepping. I don't have the time or energy for it, and from this point on, it's 100% unacceptable. So don't do it. You either like me for me or you don't like me at all. Period.
You want cool? You've come to the wrong place. You want real...Hi, nice to meet you.
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It's good to see someone on the same page here.
Incidentally, I'm not cool either, so we're in the same boat.