Awkward, the new cool

Today as I was walking home from work, in the absolutely frigid cold, I was ruminating on how uncool I am. I was wearing my enormous brown puffy down coat (at least two sizes too big), I had on Henry's knit hat, a pair of slightly over-large pull-on leather boots handed down from my mom when I couldn't bend over (during Henry's intrauterine growth stage). My glasses felt like shards of ice on my face. My nose was beginning to run. Because my hood was up as further wind protection, my glasses were beginning to fog. I had to keep adjusting my hood so that I could release the fog. So I was thinking about how I have never been truly cool. My taste in music is sometimes embarrasing
(does anyone else love Chaka Kahn?). I love Mystery on Masterpiece Theatre (Poirot and Miss Marple make me so happy). I tend to love clothing that is just a little bit too fuzzy or bright. Matty and John once had me convinced that there once existed an external combustion engine. I have a disgusting sugar craving that I occasionally indulge. I have bad hair, yes the bangs are already being grown out. Amidst all this thought I slid on the ice (and caught myself before completely falling) and a fellow uncool guy in front of me laughed along with me. We definitely recognized each other.



P.S Just in case some friends and family in my readership start feeling sorry and want to revel in their own "uncoolness", let me make this crystal clear, no one else is uncool. Except for Laurie, we are both dorks. Jen Z. you are close but you actually come full circle and are one of the coolest people I know. Tina you are very cool, your Mark is too and the two of you will probably have the only "cool" infant I have ever met. My siblings are all cool esp. Curt. who tries the least of anyone I know. The Ferraris are all cool although G and G come close to being partners in dorkiness with myself....I think they are saved because of the librarian and amazing artist cards. Anyone I haven't mentioned is cool. So there.