Not accepting it.
You, dear lady, way surpass “loser-cool,” although I recognize that millennials have stopped protesting and just pretend to accept the slacker label awarded by their boomer seniors (looking at you, Abbie).
I can’t help but suspect this is a post-turning-30 depression reaction (I went through this with my first wife) as you realize that OH GOD YOU ARE NOW IN YOUR 30S and you will never be a 20-something again and you have to be respectable and vote in EVERY FREAKIN’ ELECTION EVEN THE OFF-YEARS WHEN YOU DON’T EVEN PRETEND TO CARE WHO THE COUNTY CORONER IS and you have to worry about frakin’ china patterns because: formal dinners and WHO THE HELL LEFT THIS CHILD HERE WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO BE A RESPONSIBLE PARENT AND LOCK UP MY BOOZE CABINET.
Or you might just be tired.
That happens to people in their 30s.
Anyway (crap, where’d I leave my point? oh yes) you are a whole level above loser-cool. On a log scale.