Lupe tried it. He did an ok job. It’s my turn to give it a go…
What is “cool?”
[throwing up gang signs when u live in the suburbs? wearing glasses when your ass has 20-20 vision? having over $400 dollars worth of tats on your left arm? smoking a blunt before your SATs?Hmmm...]
To say there is one all-encompassing definition is FALSE. Ignorantly false. “Cool” is an idea...that varies from person to person. It has the same basic requirements across the board, but its contents and true composition are assembled by- you guessed it- the individual [try it out: Google the words “cool people” and take a look-see at the random ass shit you get. Proof that cool is either A. highly variable or B. loosely used. Smh].
The idea is based on nothing more than an iconic figurine- or an amalgamation of them. It’s a product of desires that are too realistic and too tangible to be written off as dreams… as something unattainable. “Cool” is crafted as a goal too subtle to be recognized as one; as a prize to embarrassing to openly desire.
So why is “cool” that kid by the supermarket that doesn’t give a fuck? Who watches as life passes him by without flinching to grab it all back?
The answer is simple. We envy that guy. Not for what his future holds or for the actions (or lack thereof) he completes. But we envy that lack of concern. We envy his absolute complacency with things AS THEY ARE.
We’ve become codependent on stress and pain. We strive for some sort of success (as the world defines it) and find ourselves incapable of rest until it is attained. We watch the supermarket kid walk across his own stage, at his own pace, as we let the puppeteers of fame and financial stability parade us across a wooden plank.
At any moment we can become that guy. And we might try his life out. In testing his waters we address our fears. A fear of the alternative of the strings that currently guide us; a fear the unknown; a fear of absolute and utter failure.
To say there is one all-encompassing definition is FALSE. Ignorantly false. “Cool” is an idea...that varies from person to person. It has the same basic requirements across the board, but its contents and true composition are assembled by- you guessed it- the individual [try it out: Google the words “cool people” and take a look-see at the random ass shit you get. Proof that cool is either A. highly variable or B. loosely used. Smh].
The idea is based on nothing more than an iconic figurine- or an amalgamation of them. It’s a product of desires that are too realistic and too tangible to be written off as dreams… as something unattainable. “Cool” is crafted as a goal too subtle to be recognized as one; as a prize to embarrassing to openly desire.
So why is “cool” that kid by the supermarket that doesn’t give a fuck? Who watches as life passes him by without flinching to grab it all back?
The answer is simple. We envy that guy. Not for what his future holds or for the actions (or lack thereof) he completes. But we envy that lack of concern. We envy his absolute complacency with things AS THEY ARE.
We’ve become codependent on stress and pain. We strive for some sort of success (as the world defines it) and find ourselves incapable of rest until it is attained. We watch the supermarket kid walk across his own stage, at his own pace, as we let the puppeteers of fame and financial stability parade us across a wooden plank.
At any moment we can become that guy. And we might try his life out. In testing his waters we address our fears. A fear of the alternative of the strings that currently guide us; a fear the unknown; a fear of absolute and utter failure.
Heavy shit right? lol
So the question you’ve all been wondering…
"What is cool to you, Alexis?"
This guy:
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