Agh, the famous Valentine’s. Am I seriously having a Valentine’s post? Writing about the holiday about guys with no game, trying to game up for that one lil day? Naaah. Instead, I’ll use this splendid little day, slash, occasion for another spin. And I bet you it’s the best Valentine’s story of modern #web #selfie #bae #followers #lol #ilovelife #liveloughlove #dreambig #foodporn #justsaying #nofilter life. Stop the presses; the Kanye marriage.

Honestly, I don’t really know anymore. I think I know. I think I have everything figured out. But I’m just fucking clueless like the rest of us.

This marriage, I just. I don’t. Know.

Its not like I own Kanye just because I adore his music and think he’s a fashion/style/visual genius, I mean we love these people, we don’t own them just because their art is huge part of our lives. I can not be disappointed with his choices, I actually CAN NOT have an opinion. Other than fighting with my friend over the fact is he or is he not really writing his lyrics, that’s as about as you can go, getting involved in an artist business. Or how Black Skinhead can bring me out of dead, every single time, better than any Red Bull, any drugs.

I just don’t know anymore. All my life I’m of the opinion we chose our partners based on similar views in life, similar goals, how we are, what we want to do and where we want to go in life, but most importantly – what we represent. I always strived to be with someone who represents same things, hates same things.

I’m someone that’s not that great when you first meet me, I don’t try to impress you; actually subconsciously I’m probably trying to un-impress you. People that are so sweet and accommodating towards a stranger they just met, I steer clear of those. In my opinion, those are trying too hard to hide the fact they are actually just the opposite. 

I hate people butting in my business, unless they are good friends. I was never comfortable with media and pointless attention that has no purpose. I say what I mean, I don’t beat around the bush, I burn bridges on weekly basis, it’s just who I am. I’m good to little people, I’m not owned by things or money, and I need to be alone, a lot, to remain sane. And all my life I strived to find similar souls.

Kanye. I just don’t understand it. How do you marry someone that represents everything you don’t? You hate attention, you hate mediocrity, you strive for another frontier of greatness. And you’re obsessed with a person with no greatness, obsessed only with attention?

I read an interesting thing once that stuck with me, an interview with Tina Fey, Esquire Magazine. A question: “Tina, everyone’s saying you’re the intelligent man’s dream girl.” Tina: “Naaah, an intelligent men also wants to screw Megan Fox.”

Maybe I’m getting it all wrong. Maybe there’s absolutely no reason, maybe it’s all just chemical reaction, we see someone and there’s a process in our body, there’s no logic, no choosing, no thinking, it’s just REACTION. And once there’s reaction, everything else, the reason, similarities, age, hopes & dreams; they just don’t even matter.

I mean we can all try to find the spin that pleases us, it’s so easy to hate what you don’t understand, and I always try to understand, after all, I was on the other side; the media & tabloids were the primary reason of my neverending discomfort, sorrow and angst, in my twenties. Its decent to try to understand people, even if it doesn’t make sense to you, and this guy, this hard ass guy that’s annoyed with the world to such degree you can see it on his face; the only time you ever see this guy light up with such dazed smile and almost enchanted candor – it’s when he’s next to that woman.

And I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but Kanye is a modern motherfucking day Romeo.

It’s so off and ridiculous, its almost fucking romantic!

Let’s chew on that. Happy Valentine’s. #dreambig

Miranda Vidak

Designer. Creative Director. Founder & Designer of Moodytwin Brand. Founder of Rhaw Studio.

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