“Some kids made fun of me on the playground.”
“Now why would they do that?”
The tears started to flow. “They told me I shouldn’t be wearing sunglasses. They said, ‘Why are you wearing sunglasses? Are you trying to be cool? Because you’re not!’”
Face was buried in hands once more, and crying commenced. “I told them that everybody in the world is trying to be something they’re not, so it’s okay for me too…they just laughed at me and said I’d never be cool.”
I sat down next to Joey.
“So what gives these three other kids the power to decide who is and who isn’t cool?” I asked. “Why do you believe that they can choose who or what you are?
“I don’t know…”
“Well, I think you’re pretty cool…and whose opinion is more important to you? Mine, or theirs?”
“Well, yours, Mr. Z.”
“You know what it is that really makes a person ‘uncool’, Joey?”
Shrug.
“Somebody who makes fun of others, hoping that their fellow loser friends will think they’re cool…now that is waaaayyyy uncool in my eyes.”
“Really?”
“Yep.” I smiled.
“These glasses are pretty cool, you know.”
“Yep, but not as cool as the kid wearing them.”





























