I Know This Sounds Lame But Hear Me Out
This isn’t one of those posts where I act like I’m “too cool to care.” Truth is—I’m really not cool. Not in the way everyone seems to be these days.
Sometimes I scroll Instagram or watch Reels and think: Did I miss the memo?
Slang? Sorry, What?
Everyone’s speaking in code. “Bet.” “Slay.” “Rizz.” “Delulu.” It’s like an entire new language. I hear it and smile blankly while frantically translating in my head.
By the time I figure out what “no cap” even means, they’ve moved on to the next trend.
Honestly? I’m exhausted. I just want to say “okay” without sounding like someone’s dad.
Smoking trend
I don't smoke. I don't vape. Not even for the “aesthetic.”
It’s everywhere—those perfectly moody photos with smoke curling around signs, people exhaling giant vape clouds like dragons.
It’s supposed to look mysterious and rebellious, but to me it just smells bad. I’m the person coughing in the corner and asking them to please blow it away from my face.
Pop Songs
I try to listen to what’s popular. Really.
But half the time it’s someone singing about heartbreak they got over in 2 hours, or rapping about private jets and cash stacks.
I’m sitting there like—Bro I’m trying to pay my rent and figure out if I want aloo or paneer today.
F1 Racing? Yeah, No
Everyone’s obsessed with F1 lately.
People pick “their driver,” watch every qualifying lap, and have heated debates about tyre strategies at 2 am.
I watched a race once. Fast cars turned left and right for two hours. That’s it. Sorry. I don’t get it. I tried.
Hookup Culture and Situationships
This one makes me feel ancient.
It seems like dating is just:
“We’re vibing.”
“We’re exclusive but not official.”
“We’re on a break.”
I don’t even know how to “bench” or “breadcrumb” someone.
If I like you, I’ll tell you. If I don’t, I’ll leave you alone. I can’t do these mental gymnastics.
Social Media Pressure
Everyone’s a content creator now.
There’s a perfect “photo dump” for every mood. Beach trips, sunsets, mirror selfies, carefully messy bedrooms.
Me? I post once a year and then panic about whether anyone liked it.
So Yeah, I’m Uncool
I don’t smoke.
I don’t know the slang.
I don’t have viral Spotify playlists.
I don’t get F1.
I don’t do hookups.
I don’t curate an aesthetic feed.
And honestly? That’s fine.
I admire everyone who lives like that. It’s bold. Creative. Expressive. But it’s not me. I don’t want to fake it just to fit in.
I’ll take being boring over being inauthentic any day.
Pulket (Pulkit Aggarwal)