I was just thinking about that today… I’m sitting here listening to a french song about a whorehouse and talking to some girl I don’t know on the internet. What’s it like to have a social life and be cool?
its… cool, man.
reeeeal cooooool.
ya dig?
CJ
I’d tell you the truth, but the first rule of being cool is to never be earnest. Or betray any signs of emotion.
All I can say is that a lot of chilling is involved.
Speaker for the Dead said:
That’s more of a social life than I have, so what the hell are you complaining about?
Well… it kinda sucks when a millions people a day say what’s up, Bear! and you don’t even know who they are or what the hell their name is.
You have to perfect the “Hey, YOU”; “What’s up, MAN?”; “How you doin, GIRL!?” Of course you don’t really have to worry too much about hurting their feelings, because after all- if they were cool you would have know their name in the first place. Just be careful because they could be the dorky brother of a cool chick…
Also, it gets annoying when everyone tries to come up and talk to you about the lamest off the wall crap, just so their friends will see them talking to you. It makes them feel so much cooler to just be talking to you. You just have to try to tolerate that, I guess.
… Ok, that was high school cool.
What’s it like to be 21 and cool? Well… you still get some perks for being cool. You get free stuff everywhere and you get in clubs and bars free and get free drinks and go through VIP rooms and everything. It’s not too bad. It’s nice to have people say hi to you and be happy to see you, no matter where you go.
They worst part is, your friends call you a geek or a damn loser everytime you mention something about a ‘Message Board’.
you have a LOT more sex
You get to bask in the glory of your own coolness, until your ego becomes so inflated that your sense of self eclipses reality.
Then you got mocked by the less cool and the uncool, but are so completely full of yourself that you fail to even realize that you are being ridiculed.
So you live on, content in your own self image, regardless of the fact that you and others with the same mental malfunction are the only ones that have that image of you any longer.
Eventually your infatuation of self leaves you behind the times, and while you futilely clasp to nostalgic totems, you sink deeper into your own twisted and warped image of self and lose further touch with the reality that is passing you by.
Other than that, it’s pretty cool.
Well, it’s the opposite of being hot - yet at the same time it’s the same as being hot.
This may explain why I am not cool in the slightest.
It’s kinda bewildering. You begin to wonder what it is you do that makes you cool? Are you still doing it? What if the next thing you do is uncool and thus you lose all coolness? It’s really bad if for most of your life you’ve been completely uncool. After a while the pressure become too great and you start trying to do uncool things on purpose just so you can stop being cool and not have to face the pressure anymore. Sometimes this backfires and the uncool things you do suddenly become cool.
Fortunately for me, I’ve managed to break the cycle and have become uncool again.
Well Speaker, I’m sending you 500 of my patented cool points for listening to anything in French. 
These do not necessarily make you cool, but you can trade them for goods and services such as: cigarettes, rides to the airport, etc…
As for being cool, I wouldn’t know, I’m too cool to care whether I’m cool or not. 
MU!
Wow, I’ll have to watch my ego, since it already is growing out of check. boots ego across room. However, being cool seems a good thing, and it might have some perks that I need to look into. I’m pretty socialiable, so I don’t have to worry about Bear’s problems :). Now that I know what its like, do you have any suggestions for coolizing myself? The first thing I should do is put some pants on, should I?
cool means never asking.
ya dig?
CJ
I’m deep, just like a chasm; I’ve no enthusiam.
Buy a gown? or go downtown? I’m blasé . . .
My night’s a search for pleasure—my day is one of leisure.
I’m bored when I’m adored—I’m blasé.
While reaching for the moon and the stars in the sky,
The simple things of life are slowly passing me by.
I sleep, the sun is shining; I wake, it’s time for dining;
Nothing new for me to do—I’m blasé.