It should be illegal for someone’s favorite designers to be Ed Hardy AND Marc Jacobs.. poor Marc
In response to my earlier blog about certainties, I have been thinking about love. What if one day you meet the person, that you are certain, you are supposed to be with. What if you are certain that they are, the one. Is it true that you are the one they have been looking for too? and in this game of find and seek, what if they are too scared to see you as their certain one? Sometimes to me I think life would be easier if we all had name tags and could avoid this game that no one really knows how to play. Sex, age, race, etc.. they all are what are keeping us from making out choices, because we don’t know what the specifications are of our one. Good luck fellow bloggers, maybe tomorrow you might see the one you have been looking for, and get that ‘certainty’ feeling. Now! If you do, go with it… none of us know how to play this game.
As I sit here with a snow day, and no snow outside, it makes me think— are there certainties in life? Yesterday everyone was so certain that we were going to get so much snow that we would need the day off, and now it’s just a normal day with a little white sprinkle outside. Maybe in life there aren’t certainties and people just like the think there are. I know it sounds like I am reading too far into what a simple weather man made a mistake on, but if we can’t even be certain with thousands of dollar equipment- then how can I be certain with how I feel inside? Am I certain there aren’t certainties? Hmm..