Oh my gosh. Did that really just happen to me? I feel so stupid! Oh, why can't I just disappear? That moment. That horrible, awkward, embarrassing moment. In the sake of honesty, let's make that a plural moments. We all have em. In the words of Brian Reagan, " I'm just trying to
go through life without looking stupid. It's not working out too well." If you don't believe me, please see below. I'll give you a couple minutes to wipe your tears of mirth (or vomit) and collect yourself before reading on. I suppose you're a little worried about me teaching you a cool lesson. Don't worry. When we're through, you'll be as cool if not cooler, than I.
That sums it up nicely! It doesn't work out does it? We all want to look cool regardless, however. Cool people have lots of friends. They're happy. We want that too! We stress over it and beat ourselves up over it! I think it's also a girl's specialty to agonize over "what they must think of me?" Well, I'm here to teach you about cool. Don't try and hide your "coughing fit" Go ahead and laugh. It leads to a longer life! Besides, I like it when people laugh at me. It's part of my personal cool code. You may ask, "Define cool." alright then. Ahem. " Facilitating or suggesting relief from heat." Well now, there we go! You want to solve all your problems? Go buy a spray fan. Move to Alaska! Then, at long last, you will be cool. Free from the heat. Or will you? Cause I don't know about you, but I've never been attracted to someone because they're lookin all swaggy leaning up against the wall at school, wiggling their eyebrows and casually flicking the switch on their mist fan to "on". (Bzzzzz...... ahhh..) and then I'm thinking, "Dang! That kid sure looks like he's facilitating or experiencing relief from heat! I think we should be friends!" No. Never happened to me. Never will. Probably. But wait! Let's analyze this. " experiencing relief from heat." Heat. What's the heat, exactly? The sun's rays? The oven? A fire ball? Or is it the heat of peer pressure? Of anxiety? Of shame? Of our own criticism? Liiiiiight bulb.
We worry about what others think of us because we want them to like us. Alright then, who is "us"? Ourselves as we are. As. we. are. Is that original person who we really expect them to like? No. At first, I believe we analyze someone and what kind of person they would want to be friends with. More often then not, we don't believe we are that person. So we contort ourselves to fit into that mold. Or we give up and walk away. "I'm not that flexible anyway!" Well, who are we to analyze some stranger's preference on friends? How the heck do we think we know what kind of person they'd want to be friends with?! Chances are, you are that person. Really. Unless you smell absolutely terrible, or are some mass murderer or real jerk, you are that person! The odor issue can be dealt with, as a side note. Just click on the following link @toothpastedeodorantandgeneralhygiene.
You have the skills to get along with all kinds of people! Don't limit yourself! You may not be their bosom friend, but a friend nonetheless! Don't be disappointed! Those BEST BEST kind of friends are just the chocolate chips in our cookie of friends. Don't pick them out to eat them all by themselves. You need both.
The kinds of people that people are drawn to are those that like themselves for who they are! Fat, skinny, old, young, nerdy, jocky, artsy, techy.We need to decide for ourselves what WE think is awesome and then roll with it! "You need to walk the way YOU think a princess would walk." -Princess Diaries
That's real coolness. Away from the heat. Strutting YOUR stuff. Being happy to be happy for who we are. We have to live with ourselves forever. We might as well live with our original. Theyre worth more anyway.
When you like yourself for who you are, you are willing to like others for who they are, and people really like someone like that. Kind of a, "you do your thing, I'll do mine, but we can still laugh together." kind of thing. It takes all kinds. We can't all be eyes in the body of life, for how would we walk? We can't all be arms, or how would we talk? If we were all noses, how would we love?
