"How to Be Legal" is the name of the book that English writer Nick Hornby released this year. It tells the story of a guy who was boring and who, when he realizes that his marriage is going to the cucuias, decides to become a benefactor, a good square: and becomes even more annoying.
Everyone wants to be cool, and everyone gets their hands on the job. It's hard to be cool all the time. We can be cool most of the time, but then it's bullshit and that's it: everything you've done right is immediately forgotten and you become just the one who did the great bullshit. Then you need another two months being exclusively legal for everyone to forget the bullshit. And when they forget, you do another, of course.
But you're cool. You're nice to your friends, you always give them strength when they need you. You chat with the waiter, open the elevator door for your neighbor to enter, you pet the children's heads, you are loyal to your girlfriend, you even loan your records. You're 24 hours a day cool, by the time your mom asks you to have lunch at her house, you go and say that the souffle is inedible. It is. But she says that you say that just to implicate, then you apologize, then she says you never show up and when she shows up it's to complain, then you tell her to stop doing emotional blackmail and then she runs to the bedroom crying and you , Who thought that her mother was already in the menopause, discovers that she still suffers from PMS.
You have time to kick the bucket. It is time that it is fundamental to let the raw truth come out. There's time you need to tell your girlfriend: I adore you, but I want to be alone tonight, what's wrong? The problem is she starts to hate you. And you start to think you do not have the vocation to be cool the whole time. And it's true. Nobody has. It's tiring. Exhausting. We're cool enough to try. There are people like that.
