Thursday, 11 October 2018

dear the coolest people of the world,

I'm writing you this letter to applaud you on job well done. Being cool is one of the most difficult job in the world, a notion that is definitely debatable, but rings truest to yours truly.

I don't know how you can be strong and optimistic knowing that the world has gone awry, while at the same time actually doing something to help make things better. How you can wake up every morning without immediately regretting the fact that you're still alive and well is something that I marvel at. To be honest, I envy how you can go grocery shopping at your local supermarket without any surprise, unsolicited meltdown right then and there.

It's just so amazing to see how life's little nags are there too, in your life, but they don't seem to bother you -- in fact you guys seem to hit it off well. I know, I know, it shouldn't be a surprise that everyone and everything loves you -- including nags, apparently.

Please know that I constantly watch with starry eyes -- yes, I'm in awe, you're my idols -- of how your hair remains intact and how effortlessly good you look. Even your tousled 'do looks like a work of art, yes, in a good way. And I'm not just talking about the physical aspects of it all, you beam this radiant glow that any passerby can instantly tell, "That person right there, he/she has his/her shit together".

I always wonder what it's like to have everyone's attention so easily, that you never find yourself wondering like what I just did. You're never in short supply of attention, that when one or two decide to disregard you, you barely notice. And when people are paying attention, you're not overwhelmed by it. You know what to do. You don't dread about it. You don't try to be cool and stumble over the charades, because you are cool. What is it like to be like that?

And the way you immediately click with other cool people on first meeting, no awkward interaction, no overthinking on what to say and how to respond and no cringe-worthy embarrassing moment that will haunt your bedtime lull for a lifetime.

What. Is. It. Like?



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