I am still not, um,
Cool.
Now before you pick up your phone, laptop or other electronic device and tell me not to frost myself because I, indeed, am cool, a great person, and am totally shortchanging myself, just follow me for a sec.
I wrote the other day about an experience about this and embracing my "uncoolness'.
Yet, I always get some sort of reply from well-meaning, loving friends declaring,
"You are cool, Dawn. Don't say that."
I am not jumping off a bridge. Neither am I saying this to get an affirmation or to get sunshine up my you-know-what (as an ex used to love to say to me when I said something less than positive about myself).
No, I say it because I am not cool. I embrace it and I just think someone should speak up for those of us who aren't cool and it's time to admit it and be proud.
And I am PROUD that I am not cool.
Well, I've accepted it at the very least because I know what "being cool" entails.
Let's look at a few of the definitions of cool.
COOL: 1 of or at a fairly low temperature : it'll be a cool afternoon | the wind kept them cool. • showing no friendliness toward a person or enthusiasm for an ideaor project : he gave a cool reception to the suggestion for a research 2 informal fashionably attractive or impressive : I always wore sunglasses to look cool.
See, I am very warm. Both in heart and body temperature.
So that right there explains quite a bit.
And as for the showing no friendliness or enthusiasm, I mean, I am the whatever the OPPOSITE of that is. I am definitely not aloof.
Apparently, my dog is aloof.
But that's a whole other story for another blog.
No, I am the rare (and by rare, I might mean, a teensy bit crazy) person who gets excited the way most people get excited when they're 5 years old on Christmas morning opening their first Cabbage Patch doll.
Yes, really, I get THAT excited.
About what?
Umm, everything. Nothing. The littlest thing.
Cynical is another word you won't find anyone uses to describe me.
See, it's the little things in life excite me. And it makes life a lot more enjoyable.
Trampolines, a new song I'm writing, photos that were lost and now found, anything just the "right shade" of pink, my friends calling with good news, reading an article a friend just got published, old music videos, the process of getting dolled up to go out/ for a show/shoot, etc., a new recipe that turns out great, walks down the doll aisle at Target, seeing people smile when i give them cupcakes, kids' imaginations, making new friends, and so many more.
When I got really excited when I was little I would rub my hands together when I got really excited and I couldn't contain it.
It's like I had to let that excitement out somehow!
Truth be told, I still do that. My boyfriend, friends and family members will look under the dinner table, if we're talking about something that might excite me, and, without fail, there I am rubbing my hands together like a cricket rubs its little legs together.
It's strange but it's one of those little quirks that make me who I am and a few people even think it's lovable.
And I'm excited that I get excited about things.
I am the most fun person to give a gift to because you know I am going to be downright giddy about it.
And birthday cake?
Forgettaboutit.
It's like the 3 year old version of me appears.
And the pinker the cake, the better.
And watch those hands go when that happens!!
On birthdays, there's a lot of joy, a lot of excitement -- but I wouldn't say any coolness is around on my part.
I'll leave the "coolness" for cool friends who are cool in every way - fashion, music, style, interior design, social etiquette, and the Tao of Cool.
That's why they're my friends - we have things in common and common hearts but we learn from each other's differences, which happen to be our own individual strengths, every day.
But I'll keep the overly warm warmth and the oozing excitement, that might come off as giddy and Pollyanna-like, as my mom likes to refer to it.
It's me and I've grown rather accustomed to me over the years, thank you kindly.
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