Funny, the day I started to acknowledge and love the uncoolness that was rampant in the world that is inside me, this same uncoolness started to fade away. It is now a new, proud, beautiful uncoolness that others can appreciate and love. Yes, my hair is messy and curls in funny ways. Yes, my toes are irregularly long, and yes, sometimes I say odd things very loudly in crowded, quiet rooms. If you don't like these things, big fucking deal.