I am sure it is not polite to do this, but I have to. I am stealing a subject from a post I read and "re-gifting" it. The topic was, being COOL...... Just the fact that I put those extra period marks shows how cool I am.
A friend in NY City put up a post about the good old days and how they have all but vanished. His post is here if you want to read it. It is about the possible fact we (I) do not have the qualities of coolness any longer.
My problem with the "possible" lack of coolness in my life, is that as I grow older and examine my life in greater detail, I have come to question if I was ever cool. How disturbing is this?
Late 80's and early 90's would have been my prime, which leaves out my college days entirely. I was all about neon green and neon pink. I could tight roll my pants with precision. I put just the right surfing stickers on my 69 VW Squareback, which was faded pearl white and primer gray. I played just enough sports to be a jock, slacked off enough in school to not be a nerd and carried my lunch to school in an igloo six pack cooler. I was cool, I think.
I coach and teach high school kids now. I am around people who believe that they are the cutting edge of style and fashion, and I can see that I don't fit in. The longer I teach the more I notice this, but the true revelation came this past summer. We had a college reunion with "the guys". We refer to ourselves as "Old School", which is really looking uncool now. Jason pulled out a video camera that he randomly used around campus our Freshman and Sophomore year of college. When I saw myself on film as a skinny little dork Freshman in chapel at ACU, I had to leave the room. To summarize let me just say that it is an act of God that Shar ever dated me, much less agreed to marry me. I was so embarrassed.
So I have decided to put a stop to the dorky ways and change. No I don't plan to recreate myself as some 30 year old throwback trying to hang with the younger crowd. I am now going to attempt to be the "COOL DAD". Diaper bag over the shoulder, half used tissue hanging from the front pocket, but confident in the one fact that I can count on. Blake thinks I am cool, and hopefully I can trick Anna Jo into the same idea before too long. Yep, that is the new me. Byron Bundy, cool dad. I'll let you know how it's going.
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I must really be uncool because I thought you WERE and ARE cool! I'm going to have to do some real deep thinking tonight on the way home...
Only because your dad was cool do you even have a chance of carrying on a cool.
I'm with Carl --I always thought you were the cool one! Yes, those kids in Belton BELIEVE that they are the cutting edge of style and fashion -- but do you really WANT to fit in with that? Teenagers in Belton, Texas (some of whom probably believe that spitting tobacco on an interior floor is perfectly acceptable behavior) are someone else's height of un-cool-ness. It's all relative. Believe yourself to be cool. You had Carl and me fooled.
Hmm...Byron Bundy...cool dad...can't really picture it...let me think on that a while longer.
Don't worry Byron, you had me fooled as a 7th grader. I mean "Eggo Waffle, smile in a box!" How could that not be cool!
The things that kids remember from Junior High Bible Class. I am sure that was not the point of Sharla's lesson that morning.
Finaly you are beging to understand what I've been telling you all these years.
Love it.....the whole time I'm reading I'm thinking back to how "cool" Hayes was. I would coolness is all relative!!! and I do mean family!!!
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