Ashamed at my toolness

The other day, the sun was beating down on my neck. I had a collared polo shirt on. Yes, I popped that collar, but only to block the sun's uncomfortably hot rays. Then, as people starting passing by, I took it down because I was embarrassed. I cared too much about my image to let them see me like that, even if I did have it popped for a legitimate reason. Then it hit me that I'm no different than the guys who actually pop their collars. Both of us are trying to be cool; the only difference is our definitions of cool.

Theirs: popping collars is cool.

Mine: being against popping collars is cool.

We are both tools either way.

(examples of tools)