You can put on airs all you want, but don't make yourself cool by showing how uncool someone else is, it's uncool. Being cool is not about the mark you wear, the number of celebrities you know by name, the supposed caliber of people you roll with, the parties you get invited to, or how well you're upping your accent game, and certainly not about changing the way you walk like you're suffering from a severe pelvic misalignment.
Being cool is about having a lot to flaunt but deciding to live gentle and humble. It's about living like someone I know; someone who lives in a First World house in a Third World country, a luxurious flat equipped with whatever is needed, everything from Madison Avenue; no secondhand container, no roadside carpentry workshop, someone who could've chosen to be arrogant yet lives a very modest lifestyle.
But then, in a society where 'chapteh, star-star-lu, ak mun dekabi' (being just over broke but able to walk the town), nonchalant extravagance and being a self-publicist are standards by which class is measured, give someone a business suit and ask him to manage just 0.000001% of the corporation he works for, then watch him act like he's his boss' boss, not knowing that such arrogance and belittling attitude is a recipe for misery. But that's why most of us eventually break our 'sutura' (veil) into pieces of shame.
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