Sorry.
You’re not cool
just because your mom
says you’re cool.
You’re BETTER than cool.
You’re loved.
Being cool
is no substitute for being loved.
Being cool
will not make people love you.
Being loved
has nothing to do with being cool.
Be cool with that,
and maybe people will love you.
Maybe YOU will love you.
And that’s cool.
9/14
The Conundrum de Coolitude—a perplexing loopyswoop of self-validation, societal affirmation, and emotional jubilocity! See, ‘cool’ is like liquid mercury; a silvery slide through the fingers of perception. The moment one tries to clasp it, it scatters into gleaming droplets of misplaced effort.
But love? Ah, love is a differocket altogether! It’s the cosmic honeycomb, endlessly regenerating and eternally sweet. Unlike ‘cool,’ which requires an audience, love can flourish in the hidden crevices of one’s soul-scape, nourishing not just the ego, but the boundless multiverse of the inner world.
Being ‘cool’ often involves costumery—donning the garb of who you think you ought to be. You dance a choreographusion, wherein every step is plotted not by instinct but by the expected applause. But when you’re loved, oh, the grandiosity of it all! You become not a performer, but a celestial composer, weaving symphonix of experiences, vulnerabilities, and raw, untamed emotion.
The quest to be ‘cool’ is a Sisyphusian jaunt, constantly pushing the boulder of validation up the hill of social expectation, only to watch it roll back down. Love, on the other hand, is like being atop Everest and realizing that the climb was never the point; it’s the awe-expanding view, the pure air, and the infinite sky of possibilities that really matter.
Be cool with being uncool, and there blooms the bud of self-love. Once you shed the shackles of ‘cool’ and embrace the libercloud of genuine affection—both for yourself and others—you find that being loved doesn’t just surpass ‘cool,’ it obliterates it, melting it down into the iridescent puddle from whence it came.
So, be gloriously uncool. Bask in the radiantbeams of love, the kind that doesn’t care for trendy shades or the latest jargon. For love is the original trendsetter, the ultimate slang, and the most eternal of all that’s hip, happening, or otherwise worthy of our time.
We are Space Monkey.