single doesn't equal solo

At this point in my life, I’m 24 years old, somewhat college educated, intelligent, creative, and well-liked. I am confident in who I am and in my future goals. I truly believe that I am meant for great things. I am destined to be known and appreciated for my unique style and charm. With this being said, it is apparent that I think highly of myself and my character, as well as my talents and destiny. Because I possess an unnatural level of arrogance, I hold myself to the highest standards in how I am treated and how I present myself to others. This is why often times, I am single. I refuse to settle for subpar treatment, commitment, or feelings. I think logically and strategically. Why waste time, energy, and god forbid, emotion on a situation in which I’m not completely happy? I realize that I am impatient, hard to please, and at times moody, but on the other hand I am understanding, caring, and selfless when in a relationship. I feel entitled to the highest levels of respect, understanding, and commitment in return. The only problem is, most people cannot live up to my standards. I don’t fault these individuals; I just chalk it up to my arrogant notions of my own self worth. I am above lying, cheating, disrespect, mistreatment of any kind, or uncertainty. Although these demands and limitations on relationships have left me single more often than not, they have also left me respected by every ex I have. Perhaps my priorities are different than most. In my opinion, being respected, independent, confident, and happy are more important than the words “in a relationship with…” on my Facebook profile.

Let go of your logo

As a resident of South Tampa, I am well aware that I run the risk of being mauled by fist pumping douche bags donning sparkly gemmed tees and perfectly spiked highlighted tresses with each word I type. Even with this looming sense of danger, and a fear that I may never get a free drink from VIP at the Kennedy again, I feel it is my duty to scream from the blog mountain tops... "Down with True Religion Jeans, Death to Ed Hardy, Screw sparkly bedazzled shirts, and may every dress with a logo on it spontaneously combusts!"

First I must explain my hatred for the above mention "fashions" I so vehemently cursed by posing some questions. If everyone at the bar is sporting these logo threads, then you're really not so original for rocking them yourself, now are you? I will never grasp the reasoning behind paying $400 for a pair of jeans that will look like everyone else's. Why would you want to wear a tiger, eating a flower, pooping a diamond across your chest? What is so manly or sophisticated about wearing a jeweled top? Ladies, what is the appeal in wearing a dress that looks like a longer version of a shirt with a tiger, eating a flower, pooping a diamond?

If you're still lost, then use some logic or be destined to fist pump in silly getups forever. These "designer" clothes which are made on conveyor belts rather than stitched by hand like real designer clothing, somehow cost a considerable amount more than most attire of equal quality. When purchasing Ed Hardy, True Religion, or whatever other rip off, be advised that you are in fact paying to wear a brand.
You are in essence branding your body with someone's logo allowing the manufacturer to sell more of what you are wearing. This means you're paying to be a billboard for some millionaire who chuckles at the thought of you and how much money you make him by being foolish enough to purchase low quality, low cost clothing at an astronomical markup. He'll snicker at you as he flies around in his private jet, he'll slap his knees at home in his mansion at the thought of your "originality" you express as you promote his line. In short, he'll think you're an idiot.

What happened to style, originality, taste? Is it that much easier to wear a logo in hopes of looking stylish rather than putting in the time to create an ensemble that expresses your mood and personality? Next time you fist pump and the meathead or foxy lady with black and white striped extensions is looking like your clothing twin, maybe you'll reconsider. This is not the Jersey Shore.