Redefining cool

Used to be that cool was ...well, cool--- and being not cool was not.

Somewhere in the transition of years, the boundaries have shifted, the individuality has taken over and cool is what you perceive it to be regardless of what anyone else thinks. In fact, marching to the beat of your own drummer....very cool. Why? Because you don’t give a flying fuck about what others think.

For instance, I was in a plaza the other day when a Chevy Impala with obvious engine trouble glided in along side me. The young intransigent immediately open the hood and waited for assistance. Apparently he couldn’t fix the mechanical malfunction...that’s cool.

While he waited patiently he decided to open both the passenger and driver side doors of his vehicle like some great metal bird ready to take flight. In essence, not giving a damn about others and cutting off access to the sidewalk for passers by...that’s cool I guess.

To ease the passage of time he popped in a CD and cranked up the volume....that’s cool.

The thundering chords, blasted forth from the cars sound system and the young individual in question began to bang his head to the infectious rhythms of Hot Girls in Love by Loverboy.....that’s coo.... Ok, fuck this! I have to draw the line somewhere.