When I was young I wanted to be cool.
Then I got a little older and for a while I actually
thought I was cool.
Then a little more time went by and I was surprised
and a little stung to find out I never was cool in the first place. I thought I
was, but I wasn’t. It’s quite an embarrassing reality to discover because
everyone knew it except me.
Now I’m at a place in life at which I don’t know who
is cool and who is not cool—I don’t even know the criteria for being cool—but
it doesn’t seem to matter to me all that much.
Does this mean what I think it means? I’m getting
old and crotchety?
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