What is cool? There seems to be millions of people who all think they're cool and even more people who believe them. They all think they're all that, but, truly, this probably isn't the case, at least in my view. Most anyone cool is just a shallow, empty shell who does what the person next to them is doing, whom, typically, is just copying the person next to them! Like a virus who fattens a host with clones of itself and infects a whole system. The only truly cool people, as I see it, are those who are true to themselves (ie: not copying). To make it easier, I'll break this discussion down into easier to digest tablets. Er, paragraphs. Keep in mind, this is all an exaggeration, and it really goes far, but it's all founded on core beliefs and views that I actually hold on people. Also keep in mind that I direly hate people!
First, there's the poser-punks. Typically, a bunch of white bread, middle-class yuppies that had the easy life but act like they grew up on mean streets. The type who wear baggy cloths, listen to rap music, get tattoos, have bizzare piercings. Truthfully, they're fake. They've never been shot or mugged or anything. They live in cushy suburbs. Now, if you truly are some street tough scrapper who's been shot and has shot, I'm not refering to you and would never mean any disrespect, because, well, dang. Anyhoo, no one actually likes any of that crap about being a punk, they just force themselves into doing it 'cuz they think it makes them look cool. I guarentee anyone would leave the streets for that poser's nice suburbean life. I mean, who wouldn't? Back to point, no one else actually thinks it's cool, but because they believe others think it's cool, they play along. Eventually, this sets into their puny little minds, gets widely brodcast as not being lame by a large multi-media conglomerate, and thus a new, stupid trend is born. Joy.
Next, Goth losers. "Oh, I'm goth! The world is full of pain! I'm a tortured soul! I'm cool!" Shut the hell up, whiner! First of all, everyone knows the world is a sucky cesspool of never ending pain. Look at, oh, anywhere in the world with the death, violence, and percecution. The rest of else just rather deal with it than complain about it. Plus, aren't gothics based on people like Edgar Allen Poe or, you know, gothics or something? I see how wearing make-up like a sissy stays true to those roots. Okay, let me explain something to you: No one, no matter how depressed, would just start wearing all black and spike their hair and be a total weirdo all on their own. They might just be a total weirdo plain, but not with all that other stuff. All that lame crap comes from, you guessed it, other people. They tell themselves, "Hey, that total loser seems kind of intersting, so I'm going to do everything he does verbadum!" Way to sell your soul, ass. I guarentee if someone was actually a depressed individual who was raised severed from any media of goths (or, say, half a brain or an ounce of willpower), they'd develop into some sort of interesting depressed weido and not a milquesop goth. And all the vampire garbage, they so only do that just to weird people out. Even they know it's completely lame! It's effective, true, but at the cost of making youself look like a total moron! You know they don't have any mirrors not to avoid seeing there supposed non-existing reflection but so they can't see how stupid they look! There's plenty other ways to accomplish the same effect or weirding out normal people. As you may have guessed, shock, these goth pests are also the product of typically the bored, shallow children of upper-middle class families.
Prepies. I hate prepies so much. The whole "I think I'm so good looking", "money doesn't buy, it makes happiness", and "I don't know what free will is" package is what I'm referring to. They're mindless sheep. I throw the typical cheerleader in here, too, since their minds function on the same hive instinct. All of these high class panty-waistes get me furious. Why? Typically because they friviously are blowing money that they either lucked into, inherited, or embezzled. Wearing cloths must be some brand name, despite the fact that it all is made from the same cloth and is probably sewn in the same sweat-shops. Let's not forget that a single shirt or pants probably costs more than my entire wardrobe. They eat the most bland food with some unpronouncable foreign name (at least to most people, they spent a year in that country and probably and say it perfectly) and won't touch a corn dog, despite their tastiness. As I said, these people have no individuality. They're like carbon copies of one another. They are the ultimate example of consistency in a style. The tastes never change. They like golf, sweaters around their neck, and well groomed, over gelled hair. None of them ever even consider doing something independent without prior knowledge of others' acceptance as to not cause waves. Lastly, the thing that gets me mad about them, they drive Hummers and SUVs. Only a moron or Andrea the Giant would ever think, "I need a car that big."
Phew. Well, I'm sure I could go into more detail and more groups who piss me off, but now I'll move on to the only truly cool people. There's only two groups of them. And why is that? They're the only one's with the capability of individual thought! First, but sadly not foremost, on the list is, you guessed it, nerds. A true geek has no care of social hiarchy or need to impress anyone. No one tells them what to like or how to act. They do everything to their own drum. Do you think anyone likes Dungeons & Dragons or science fiction/fantasy because it was all the rage? I doubt it! To actually be intriged in this stuff, one actually has to have an acute appreciation for it. Comic books, video games, Star Trek, they were all adored by pasty skinned, ninety-nine pound weaklings who live in their mother's basement. There were no posers, no fakeness, just pure fanatic. Beautiful. Sadly, this fact is slowly losing its footing as the generation of teenage geeks grew into adults with power over the media (or buying power in it). Videogames and comics shifted into "X-treme" and Ultimate themes to attract younger audiences, which I think is just sad. The gates opened, and the many whom entered tended to leave after not too long. Just casual observers, not hardcore fans. A shame. Anime, I feel, is another example of theis phenomenon. Japanese animation is cool, true, but this was truer back in the day than now. Gatchaman, Voltron, those were great. Beyblades and "Yet Another Tournament Fighter", not as cool. Just because it's from Japan doesn't mean it escapes the 95% suckage ratio, but few care. It's quickly gaining momentum and anything with the crazy-big eyes is gobbled up franticly. This is, in my opinion, the saddest chapter in nerdom: Anime fanboys! (or girls!) Remember, I like anime, but not all anime. The one's most classicly beloved were loved by old timie nerd who, shock, loved science fiction. And the animes they watched? Why, they pertained to giant robots, magic users, and, big surprise, other general science fiction or fantasy topics! Note, this does not include "Tranforming School Boy with Girl Troubles". Back on track, the Anime Fan-Person typically will eat up anything that's an anime or, sadly, looks remotely like anime. You know what I'm talking about. Those countless picture galleries of large eyed, toothpick thin freaks that litter the internet on GeoCities and the like by someone who can't even draw a circle right but thinks they can replicate the subtleties of anime. And that's what I love (hate), too, the fact that they don't even try to make it there own style, they don't integrate at all. They just flat out rip it off. And poorly.
Anyhoo, before I get way too off track, I shall name the most true of all people of them all. They are... the people who sit on a couch watching sports. Yes, that's the most true you can be. They dos what they likes and don't care about what anyone else says. This general "sport fan person" doesn't like sports because someone else does. I doubt anyone would sit through an hours long game if they didn't like. Are they cool? I dunno, but they aren't lame. So, being the least lame of people, they have a good shot at it.
Well, I certainly have no idea if anything I have said makes sense, but I'm sure at least 80% of those that read it hate me now. So, as long as that's done, I guess it can be considered a success. Wait, what was I even writing all this for in the first place again? ... FIVE YEARS OF INSANITY!