You ever have one of those days where something you do doesn't live up to your own expectations for yourself? So I had this sweet experience the other day...
I went to a skateshop to attempt some research for a client project that so far hasn't actually materialized. I found, upon entering, that I had a full 90-seconds worth of imagined street cred to be standing there in my khaki's and polo/Express shirt, pretending to be cool enough to actually look at anything in there. I could not muster the strength to look behind Skinny-Totally-Disinterested-In-Me guy to see any real skateboard designs. Mostly I looked at shoes. Owning one pair of cool sneaks myself -- which of course I was not wearing that day -- I figured this might be an adequate way for me to inch closer to people who actually have cred. For as it stands now, I know that I have none.
My wife has cred, and does not understand this in me. I believe that I am somewhat a master of the subset of cool known as "geek" and a few of it's subsidiaries, but when it comes to anything that is actually cool -- indie music, skating, scrapbooking -- I become instantly socially incompetent. This is, I suppose, mostly imagined on my part, but is nonetheless the last bastion of my teenage insecurities that remains.
At least I have a boss-hog Star Trek movie to keep me safe.
HA! I have faith that you can one day master scrapbooking Nate. It is your destiny.