Y’know… getting to know what it’s like to be liked by everyone.
People who loathe the idea of coolness/popularity always say, “What the hell is cool? Who is to measure who and what cool is?” And if we’re being legit, being one hundred with each other, then we know damn well what cool is.
Cool is Pharrell Williams. That cat can nod his head hard walking into a rock concert, snap his fingers at a poetry jam, jump up and down at an old school hip hop appreciation event, hold the wall up while nodding at chicks and sipping on henny at a “Trying Too Hard To Be Dope,” party thrown by a “I’m All About My Money,” rapper, and be the cool dad sitting at the sideline watching his son play soccer without looking out of place at all.
People won’t look at Pharrell saying, “Um…what the fuck. Who the hell is this guy?” But they will look at Pharrell and say, “Holy shit… you see that dude that just walked in? Whoa… who is that guy?”
Haven’t we all wanted to have the latter reaction because we’ve gotten too many of the former reactions throughout our lives?
Genuinely, we shouldn’t give a hoot and lick about what people think about us, because what they think is not our problem. But it becomes our problem if the people who can give us the chance to be better and to do better, don’t, because they don’t possess any incentive to because we choose not to give it to them, because we wanted to do whatever the hell we felt like doing, all in the effort of “coolness.”
Thing is, I don’t think being cool is about purposely doing whatever the hell you want to spite others because you don’t want to get shackled down by society. At the end of the day, society is everywhere. We can’t run from it, which is unfortunate.
I think being cool is about doing you with society even giving you the chance to. Doing you and having things work in your favor, because what you bring to the table is undoubtedly too good to pass up. It’s something society can’t do without, which will help you in the future because society will grow to aid you, not go against you.
Someone like Pharrell is a perfect example of that. I don’t know one person who doesn’t like him, or respect him. If not for his music, his style, his looks, his ability to stay out of the gossip limelight, his personal relationship, his Fountain of Youth juice… Any direction he takes, people can get behind. Some may not be about it, but they won’t dismantle him as a genius. and while others aren’t about it, there are a dozen others that ARE. He’s done things you’d never think he’d do, like composing a movie soundtrack for an animated film geared toward kids and pre-teens (Despicable Me). He’s worked with people you’d never expect, like Madonna and Gloria Estefan…
His resume is impressive and diverse, and that’s because all corners of entertainment respects him. To have that level of respect… that level of coolness for a day…
What would you do?
Not as much as I’d like to. I used to do it for maybe 2 or 3 hours a day. My life has been really busy lately, what with school and such, so I haven’t had much free time, unfortunately. I’d like to get back into it though, because I’ve just been really stressed out lately, and I could definitely use a release.
FUCK! WAIT! NO I THOUGHT THIS SAID “MEDITATE” GODDAMMIT FUCK SHIT
STOP REBLOGGING THIS I FUCKING THOUGHT IT SAID MEDITATE
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHWell, they are both stress relievers. LoL
MASTURBATION IS PRACTICALLY MEDITATION. I feel centered, I feel at ease, I feel like only me, my fingers/sex toy and my imagination exist and matter solely, I’m quiet (til I can’t be due to the amazing feeling), my eyes are closed, I’m deeply breathing, and as I’m cumming, every bit of stress I had is escaping.
And when I’m done, I’m happily worn out, and I sleep like a baby.