Doing things differently since 1984
I like to think that I have my fair share of decent qualities – though for the sake of not making myself sound like an arrogant moron I won’t list them. Unfortunately, one quality that has always evaded me is coolness.
I thought that when I graduated high school, or, at the very least, college, my days of having to worry about this would be over. As it turns out, although the ideas about coolness change in adulthood (under the guise of terms like ‘gravitas’), they don’t go away. Also, as it turns out, I’m still bad at it.
Part of this, as my husband will gladly point out, is my tendency to “logic” life to death (clever pun, I know). I like lists, step-by-step instructions, and tend to take what people say at face value.
The problem is, whereas I can purposefully set out to be kinder, more open-minded, more honest, or less selfish – though sometimes with great effort – it is impossible to set out to be cool.
How frustrating! I can’t put ‘be more cool’ on a to-do list. In fact, the very act of doing so would automatically make me less cool. It can’t be quantified, or charted, or even taught, really. It changes all the time. No one knows who determines what is cool, or how they convince us to care, but we all seem to be subject to this constantly shifting standard.
My personal failures aside, I sometimes wonder: Why is being cool so important? It doesn’t really benefit society in any way…. There is no particular connection with coolness making you rich (except maybe in Hollywood)… It doesn’t seem to bring any real happiness…. It doesn’t bear any significance to any recognized religion or philosophy…. So what’s the point? What’s so great about it? And why do we all wince when we see someone being so overtly “uncool”? What’s so bad about it?
As far as I can see, it’s a completely arbitrarily assigned ranking system that everybody designs for themselves. Except for people like me, who resign themselves to writing notably uncool blog posts about it.