Sunday, October 3, 2010

Cool

I tend to think that cool is a state of confidence rather than of indifference. Cigar smoking and smooth jazz can be cool to a guy who does that; he's cool because he loves those things. He's confident in his identity and is secure in himself. The most pimply-faced lisping nerd can be awesome if he does what he loves and doesn't care what the majority opinion thinks of his pastimes.

The problem comes when you have an innately cool activity, such a smoking, and add in an insecure wannabe teenage who's trying his best to "fit in"- I will inevitably want to lamp these guys one just to see how cool they really look when they've got tears pouring down their faces.


I have never seen a happy guy who wasn't cool. Indecision, whining about how the world sucks (and not having any kind of alternatives) and pretentiousness isn't cool.


I'm trying to be happy here. It's not pretentious to experiment, to discover what one likes.

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