I have yet another confession to make. I am not cool. Sometimes I can fool myself into thinking I am, but that erroneous thinking gets corrected in a hurry. Like when I try to say something ultra-hip, people look at me like I have a third eye.

I am not trendy and I am not that person everyone wants to know and hang out with. I’m just not. And the most shocking confession of all? I don’t care. I don’t want it. I’m not interested anymore.

It seems like being cool is a lot of hard work. You have to keep up with the latest fashions and trends and practice constant vigilance. I’d rather watch old TV shows and take naps and wear what’s comfortable.

A word of warning to the hipper than thous. The more current and trendy you are now, the more likely you will look back at yourself ten years from now and say something like, “What was I thinking? Why didn’t someone tell me I dressed like a hobo?”

Better yet, those pictures of you now will provide hours of unintentional comic relief for your kids. They will look at the facebook photos of you and laugh and think you were such a dork back when.

I’m more interested in one trend– being myself. I’d rather be me with one or two friends than be a phony for hundreds. I realize some people are better socially gifted than I am, and that’s fine for them. I am just not.

I manage to avoid the major fashion pitfalls, like black socks with sandals and shorts pulled up to my Adam’s apple, but beyond that, I like what I like.

My sage advice? Don’t let anyone else tell you who you should be, what you should wear, who you should like, what you should eat, etc. Do what you like.

Be who God made you to be. Believe that God is your biggest fan and roots for you and likes you for you. And most of all, relax. Most of what you’re so stressed about 1) won’t ever happen, 2) won’t be nearly as bad as you fear it will be, 3) won’t be the end of the world, and 4) isn’t remotely difficult for God to get you through.

That’s all. Good night.