
I am over 30. I am a dad. I lost my cool. I am ok with that. Now for a few real sentences to explain.
When we are kids we spend our childhood looking for an identity. We look for that identity in our parents, our siblings and the other kids at school. No matter where you go in this country and probably the world at some point there is a separation of the social classes. Some become cool kids, some nerds, some geeks, some stoners and the list goes on. What we fail to realize is that we are all outcasts of some sort or another. Each one of us looking for acceptance and most finding in one group of people or another.
Think back to your school years. Think about the social hierarchy. Think about where you fit in or did not fit in. Look at who your friends were then and who your friends are now. You might see a different group of people. Back in the day, which was a Wednesday, you were judged based on what you liked. It was all about what kind of music you listened to, what clothes you wore, what sports you played and who you were friends with. It was all about what was cool. If you were not cool you were a target. You were always worried about some one finding out about some dark secret you had about something you were really into but it was not cool. Think D&D. If some one had found out you would have ostracized by your so call friends and just another target. When I look back the geeks, dorks, and nerds they were the ones that had the right idea. Instead of being worried about being cool they liked what they liked and while they were prime targets for cruelty of many forms, they stuck to who they were. Now that's cool.
Then we left school and moved on. Some of us went to college, some of us went into the military, some of went nowhere. No matter where you were there was still this expectation to be cool. There was still this desire to fit in. We still pretended that we liked certain things to impress our friends. Look around where you work. Think about the groups of people you see. Think about what you might be hiding.
Well at some point in life if truly want to be happy you have to look what you truly do like and embrace it. Forget about what clothes you should wear. Forget about what music and movies you should like. Forget about what books you should be reading. Forget about what should be and embrace what is. Embrace who you are.
Now that some of you are wondering who I think I am and how dare I question your life, relax. I know this does not apply to everyone and if you are getting upset it just may apply to you. The hardest person to be honest with is your self.
Let me use myself as an example. I will be brief. During the school years I was still playing with G.I. Joes and Transformers when I was in junior high. Definitely not cool. So I hid stuff. In high school I had a mullet. Hey, it was the late 80's and still allowed. Let me put it this way, my senior year was the year Nirvana hit the scene. In those days I was a stoner, not so much because I wanted to get high, but because I had a mullet and I liked loud rock and roll. I liked wearing a leather jacket and ripped up concert t-shirts. I liked the holes in my jeans and wearing bandannas.
I went into the Air Force and the mullet went away as they shave my head. It still was not cool to like Slayer or Gwar. Ok so it's never really been ok to like Gwar. So to fit in I got good at playing pool. That was the social group was that was cool. I drank like a fish. That was part of being cool. For the next 4 years I tried to find ways to fit in with the ever changing group of people that I would come in contact with. I got married because everyone else was. Can you say insanely stupid? I knew you could. I forced myself to enjoy hip hop. If you are a metal head you understand the monumental nature of that statement. I danced. I wore baggy clothes and rode around with a guy that lowered his truck. I hate lowered trucks.
Over the next 9 years I was into what ever was cool. Not really into it but I tried. Did good to. Had the right girlfriends (after my divorce), wore the right clothes and watched the right TV shows and listened to the right music. Then this wonderful thing happened 3 years ago, I turned 30 and had the Dude ( the little guy in the picture). Since then I have allowed myself to delve into all the things I always wanted to. Now I love being a geek. All the bad movies I pretended not to like I proclaim loudly as my favorites. I even earned the nick name "The Movie Whore" because I will watch anything. I actually own Xanadu. I willfully watched Transmorphers. I wear whats comfortable. I listen to Cracker, not Uncle Cracker. I love Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Star Trek, Dune, Bill and Ted's, both movies. I like minivans.
The point of all this in not to tell you about me, but to show you it's ok to be the biggest geek in the world. It's ok not to be. The point is to find what makes you happy and damn the consequences. Like whatever you want and be whoever you want ot be, just be honest to you and who you are. The right job, the right clothes, the right girl, the right anything should be what's right for you not what some one else thinks is right for you.