As I said before, there's nothing more important than
being cool in High School. Okay, you say, how?
First, let's take a trip back in time. Let's crack some
of those old year books. Now just looking at the photos,
can you tell who was cool and was not?
Can you discern who was the Class Queen and who was
considered unworthy to live?
This is a trick question. In most cases, looking at
the photos, even separating them into beauty and the
beast, you are likely to be so wrong you'll fall off
your chair.
Coolness is not captured in a posed school photo where
everyone has their hair styled, is dressed in something
special, and may be wearing makeup.
Janelle, who was the unquestioned Goddess at my High School
is not the prettiest girl. Fresh eyes do not put her in
the top ten. Not even in the top twenty.
The prettiest girl sat with me in nerd corner.
What?
How was it the prettiest girl in the school wasn't
noticed and Janelle was worshiped?
Simple. Projection.
Look at the boys. OK, we've narrowed it to a number of
hunky looking guys. Which one was king?
Nope.
That boy was the class clown, and this is the first time he
was seen without a goofy smile.
No. That one actually wore glasses, and no one looked at
him twice.
Nope, not this one either, cause he was so dumb that drool
ran down his chin.
That one, way down at the bottom level of "hunk" was actually
the Number One. What? Him? Yes. That boy.
Why? Presentation.
Let's stand outside of the High School and watch the Kings
and Queens.
They aren't racing along like the white rabbit nor creeping
afraid they'll be seen. They don't hunch, they don't
drag their feet.
They have chins high, meeting the world with a confident
gaze. They move with purpose. After all, nothing can start
until they arrive.
Cool kids are so certain of their importance they give
off the vibe that the school is lucky to have them.
So that's your mission, if you decide to accept it. Great
posture, easy gait, no rushing or dawdling; thinking; It's
All About Me.
Now clothes make the man, you think. But let's look at
what cool kids wore. It wasn't contrived, it just matched.
That's it.
Everything matched.
The shoes, the slacks or skirt, the tights or blouse or
tunic or shirt or vest, everything matched. But wasn't
contrived.
In High School it isn't exactly what you wear, it is that
you know what you are "supposed" to wear and how.
The hemline, if the jeans are supposed to nip in
the waist, be on the hip, fit tight, loose... colors...whether red matches with blue and
clashes with pink, or matches with pink and
clashes with blue...
it is the "How" not just the what.
Hair? The coolest kids had great hair. Whatever it
was, it was great. It suited them.
The appearance of cool kids was "right". They weren't
trying to look like everyone else, they looked like
themselves and of course, knowing they looked right
added to their confidence.
They didn't worry if others would like their new style,
who cared what serfs had to say? A serf wouldn't know
cool from fool.
Cool kids were self confident, self-focused. They expected
everyone to know they were cool; those that didn't were
pathetic nerds and all they could say; "Sigh, I'm so sorry
for you," if they were nice. If they weren't, "I'm so sorry
that you have to be you."
Cool kids couldn't be intimidated. Everything they didn't
have or know was "so what?"
So you want to be cool?
Just walk into that High School as if you own it, view the
others as "extras" in your movie. Match up your clothes so
that you don't look like a diseased rainbow or that you
bought the outfit off the store mannequin.
Do your work, of course, cause having a future after High
School is likely unless you die there, so don't sacrifice
your study to hang out and do nothing too frequently.
Once and a while is OK other than that, "Boring!"
Don't try to impress the crew. After all, they are
nobodies. Would a cool kid drink that bottle of wine
to impress nobodies? Pul-leeze!
Let everyone take drugs, drink, screw around, cut class,
play the fool. How pathetic! Poor things. Looking for
Attention are they?
You are so cool that it would take a year for anyone to
reach your knee level.
You KNOW it. They must KNOW it.
Being cool means you run things, things don't run you.
