I totally used to be cool, or at least I think I was. I used to have the speakers in my car, the sweet tunes bumpin' from them, and I knew where the party was and how to get there. In fact, I was the guy who drove there (because when I wanted to leave, I didn't have to wait on someone else because I was their ride). I played in a band and rocked my heart out. I could hold people in stitches and make them laugh just by saying anything. I used to be the life of the party (once again, or at least I think I was).
I still like to think I'm cool, but sometimes there are instances that reveal to me that the age test I took yesterday (see farther down on the blog - it says I'm 29) is probably closer to right than wrong. Sure, I'm turning 23 on the 20th this month, but according to the quiz, I'm closer to 30!
People my age (according to the likes of Britney Spears and Lindsay Lohan - the rehab rockers) should be going to parties and such, but I'm not down with that. Instead, I like to chill at home and enjoy the cable programing list that is not entertaining enough, but the fact that I'm overpaying for it makes me watch it, because I don't feel like being completely taken advantage of (rrrrrrrrrrright . . . ). I don't get to spend my money on fast cars, elaborate trips, pointless dates or even gifts for myself.
Instead, I get to enjoy life on the broke side. No sarcasm implied, honestly. Instead of having stuff, I have a wonderful wife, a great house, and a fat puppy that is more spoiled that rotten tomatoes. Last night I edited Megan's book review for her MS history class. I count that a blessing because there are people who don't have anyone to ask them to do something for them.
So, am I cool? Nope! But I'm loving every minute of it!
5 comments:
Don't sweat it, Robert. You rock. :)
So where does it say what is cool and what isn't? I don't have that book in my library...
I think your life is totally cool, especially since you feel so blessed to be living it! Of course, I'm feeling the same way these days, to be with someone you love, that loves you back, in a comfortable home...Wow, what isn't cool about that?
I think you start being officially uncool after 30 - maybe after 40 these days since 40 is the new 30 and all. But this week, I have decided that I am not "cool" anymore because I have started to strongly object to some of the song lyrics I've been reading. I think that is a cool/uncool litmus test.
Cool?? YOu would stay up at night reading classical literature...listening to show tunes (or something of the sort?!)
Haha, just kidding. ...well, not about what you did late at night, but you not being cool.
Thanks,Pat. Last shred of dignity gone - just like that.
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