You can't "become" cool.
If you're good-looking, you're cool regardless of what you do. If you're ugly, you're uncool regardless of what you do.
You can't "become" cool.
If you're good-looking, you're cool regardless of what you do. If you're ugly, you're uncool regardless of what you do.
>If you're ugly, you're uncool regardless of what you do
Nope, I know enough ugly looking people to know that this is not true.
>another uggo who think's he's cool
I guarantee everyone's laughing behind your back, and only pretend otherwise for laughs
You sound quite insecure, is it because your face is all you've got? I just shared my own experience, but I guess you live in a quite shallow place for you to think like that.
Poor baby, I'm not only handsome but also extremely intelligent and athletic. How does that make you feel?
You should kiss my feet and worship my body like the worm you are
just bee yourself and ignore what other people think about you
t. very cool guy
>It’s of some interest that the lively arts of the millenial U.S.A. treat anhedonia and internal emptiness as hip and cool. It’s maybe the vestiges of the Romantic glorification of Weltschmerz, which means world-weariness or hip ennui. Maybe it’s the fact that most of the arts here are produced by world-weary and sophisticated older people and then consumed by younger people who not only consume art but study it for clues on how to be cool, hip - and keep in mind that, for kids and younger people, to be hip and cool is the same as to be admired and accepted and included and so Unalone. Forget so-called peer-pressure. It’s more like peer-hunger. No? We enter a spiritual puberty where we snap to the fact that the great transcendent horror is loneliness, excluded encagement in the self. Once we’ve hit this age, we will now give or take anything, wear any mask, to fit, be part-of, not be Alone, we young. The U.S. arts are our guide to inclusion. A how-to. We are shown how to fashion masks of ennui and jaded irony at a young age where the face is fictile enough to assume the shape of whatever it wears. And then it’s stuck there, the weary cynicism that saves us from gooey sentiment and unsophisticated naivete. Sentiment equals naïveté on this continent...
Put the sunglasses emoji at the end of all your fb messages
>athletic
Oh so youre tight, I love them that way.
>How does that make you feel?
It feels quite good when people on a high horse get crushed
can confirm