Categorizing, Scrutinizing, and Utterly Pointless Babble

So I have taken it upon myself, without any great cause, to move people into categories.

Honestly, this is a subconscious act. Without speaking, I automatically place a person into a certain group of people.

My categories come down to about three groups. You got the "cool" people (and I'm still searching for a synonym since "cool" just doesn't do it for me). If there are cool people, therefore, there has to be "not cool" people. That gives you a sample of poct hoc for the day. And then last, and chichely-stated-as-certainly-not-least, there's everyone else inbetween, who have no verified term to describe their position on the cool scale.

The scrutinizing part comes in when you recognize that while you're categorizing people, everyone else is, too. And everyone seems to categorize in a somewhat different fashion, opening up other possibilities, leveling people at different numbers of the coolness rate, creating standards for people who don't even realize they have expectations to live up to, regarless of their currently fulfillment of their assumed roles.

And then when one is done deciphering all of these thoughts, he can then focus on how each person is scrutinizing himself, whether he falls into that horribly uncool location or the one which seems to take up the most space. Obviously, these are his only two options if he is scrutinizing, because if he were cool, he never would have had second thoughts of his coolness level in the first place.

Maybe the most important job each person has is reflecting on himself--his qualities, his weaknesses, his accomplishments, his strong points. And then by self-standards, he can position himself wherever he pleases, pushing out every restraining thought that he might just not be cool enough to be a 9 or 10.

I find this thought process deliberating and exhausting, simultaneously, of course. Tiring because, well, it just is. Deliberating and exhilarating because I'm causing myself to think analytically, between the lines, past all the fake smiles and faulty assumptions, or the critics' opinions.

And yet I suppose I should find some kind of ending that will generate a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction, so that after whoever is finished reading this, he will be able to draw a conclusion about himself and how he ought to rate people on the coolness scale.

Or he could just draw his own scale and be the master.

After all, it's not like his subconscious should have to do all the work.