Growing up, I was deeply, inherently unchill. I was emotional and scattered, in a family full of cool-headed and put-together people. I had mood swings. I had anxiety issues. I had a whole host of unchill behaviors that followed me around and wreaked havoc on my personal and social life until a solid three years into high school. I became neurotic about my work.
Not chill? I mean chill as in the opposite of the girl who freaks out because her manicure chipped. I mean chill as in not caring that you stained your dress or some other girl is wearing the same shirt as you.