Cool Isn't Just a Temperature

Cool Isn't Just a Temperature

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Stop. I dare you and think about this for a second here. What do you care about? Is that what you actually care about? Are you sure? If nobody cared would you make that same decision? Because I am pretty sure alot of people make decisions based on what is cool. Cool. Ha it means way more than just a temperature. Or does it? I mean who made up what is cool. Who made up that you have to be cool. My dad, he is a , pyschologist and he told me the three things humans desire most is to love, to be loved, and to belong. The smart guy who made up that we have to be, look, and act a certain way to belong must have been an outcast. Because if he/she made up that policy then, where there was no such thing as cool, then he/she must have been an outcast. But that wouldn't make much sense because then he/she wouldn't be referred to as cool. So he/she didn't make up cool. I sat up all this thinking was making my brain hurt. I don't how thinking is supposed to help my problem. You're probably thinking my problem is bullying. False. I. You wanna know my problem now? It all started with Cool.
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