I’m not the coolest person in the world. *sits back and waits for shocked stares* No, really, I’m not. In fact, I fall into the categories of ‘Geek,’ ‘Nerd,’ ‘Dork,’ and sometimes ‘Jerkette.’ (Which, for all of you who don’t know my vocabulary and/or haven’t seen the Princesss Diaries, is a female Jerk). I laugh at the wrong times, stick my foot in my mouth more often than is normal, and I even get zits!
When shopping I sometimes mortify myself by liking a piece of clothing that looks more appropo for something in a 80’s closet than a 17-year-old girl’s. (This is ALWAYS embarrassing, especially the looks I receive from my sister when I hold up said article and go ‘Hey! What about this?’) That sort of thing DEFINITELY makes me feel very ‘uncool.’
I can also rattle off geek-talk at a mile a minute. (I’m sure it isn’t all that high-tech-sounding for a REAL geek – say, somebody who works in the Pentagon – but to an average computer-savvy person, it sounds pretty nerdy). And while this may not be ‘cool’ it sure makes me feel very… smart. *wink*
I sometimes take stupid pictures of myself just because, and, as long as I don’t look fat in them, I don’t mind showing them to you.
But you know what? I look at ‘cool’ people, and usually, they don’t look happy.
They don’t look content.
They don’t even look like they’re having fun.
I may not be skinny, but I’m not struggling with a disorder like anorexia.
I may not have a makeup artist, but I can still like my face.
I may not have a $10,000 wardrobe, but I have clothes to wear.
I have braces, hair that likes to frizz, and glasses – but I don’t mind.
I may not be a celebrity – but I have God.
I may not be totally cool – but I’m completely happy.