Here’s what the dictionary app on my Mac says:
I was recently accused of not being “cool”. Naturally, this baffled me. Not because I was insulted, mind you, but because I wasn’t aware that “cool” still existed at the age of 25. I kind of, uhm, have real problems?
Confronted with “uncool-ness” for the first time, my mind immediately began to tick off the various ways I might possibly become “cooler”. Shall I go make a head-wreath out of spring flowers, throw on some moccasin boots and jam out to trendy music in order to reapply for “cool”? Being “cool” suddenly mattered. “Pardon me, I wasn’t aware of this secret initiation into “cool”, but now that I know about it, may I join too?”
It’s amazing how our problems evolve as we age, and how jaded we grow to insults in the form of labels, especially as we continue desperately trying to shape the person that we are into who we want to become. Your label limits you. Your definitions of the world around you bind you to a reality shaped by fences and borders instead of endless and open range.
One person’s definition of who you are does not make you who you are. You get to decide what makes you happy, not someone else. And anyone who attempts to project their ideas of what should be happiness with unwanted force onto you is probably not someone you want to hang out with.
Good talk, good talk.