life as the uncool kid

let's just face it. I've always been the uncool kid.

I got my cell phone later than the average teen, attended dance parties later, never had an aim account or myspace, wore weird clothes, wanted to be a "bug-catcher", only just recently got a facebook, and even wore airwalks instead of crocs back in the day. My sister and I even used to make up weird skits with our unibrow-sporting alter-egos of "Hilda and Greta", or pretend we were twins traveling through space (on a spaceship that looked very similar to the swingset in our backyard) to battle monkeys that knocked leaves off trees. 

I don't know why, but i've always had the uncool rolling for me.

Although I despised it in my earlier years, being uncool has become a praised characteristic in my head. The uncool kid simply has a better opportunity to stay sincere to the true individual inner beauty found only in the solitude of their soul. By being "uncool", you realize what's really important in life and slowly become immune to judgement and expectations of others. 

Being uncool has other advantages as well; such as, you don't have to worry about keeping up with the latest fashion and people expect you to do what you want instead of succumbing to peer pressure. it's almost like emitting an air around you that demands respect. People excuse your uncoolness and eventually accept it, realizing it's a part of your internal wiring. All of this uncoolness could be due to my parents' strict expectations, but I like to think that I was born uncool. I also like to think of myself as marching to my own beat even in my mother's womb. 

Being uncool has better prepared me for life and given me life skills and maturity. 

thank goodness I'm not cool.