I was cool once (seems impossible, I know, but I kid you not
). I had the chicks, did the parties, the clubbing, the drugs, I was there at the scene, had many friends. Looking back brings tears to my eyes (not really, but it makes the story better
). But over the years the wind changed and I slowly drifted across that shifting line into uncool (it ain't signposted but you know it when you get there). And looking around, I noticed the landscape was pretty much the same. The only difference was I felt happier, a little more content. Now when I see the cool people in cool land doing cool things, it all looks rather silly.
Moral of the story? I don't think there is one.