“I’ll come and make love to you at five o’clock. If I’m late start without Me. “ – Tallulah Bankhead
That’s cool… And I like cool people. I think that most of us secretly do.
Paradoxically, guys are always trying to look cool and girls always try to look hot.
Do opposites attract? Apparently so.
But who really qualifies as a “cool” person?
Is it somebody who wears his cap backwards? Somebody slumming with torn jeans? Somebody covered with ink? Nose rings, tinted glasses, hoodies?
I don’t think so.
Is it somebody who talks loudly and makes outrageous statements? Somebody who (like a teenager) tweets impulsively?
In my book, people qualify as “cool” not by the way they dress or talk, but by the way they conduct themselves. A cool dude to me is somebody who doesn’t get easily rattled and remains composed in a stressful situation.
It is somebody who thrives in adversity. A cool person is like a glowworm; he shines in darkness.
Franklin Roosevelt was such a person. He remained cool when he declared war on Japan and his speech was brief, just seven minutes.
He didn’t bellow like Hitler or bark like Mussolini. He simply stated:
“No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people in their righteous might, will win through to absolute victory.”
I like somebody who rarely uses superlatives . Somebody who is sober in speech and action and who does what he says.
A hero is not automatically cool. A hero often acts before thinking. A cool guy thinks before acting.
Being cool means to be able to make rational decisions while being afraid or under extreme pressure. It is not given to anybody.
Think before you act and follow through calmly but decisively.