Wearing Identity on Our Sleeves

It has dawned on my that we are beginning to wear ourselves on our sleeves. A bit of an odd statement, but it is really odd how our clothes parrelel our personality. It's even odder though, when we see our jacket on others. Today, my friend wore his girlfriend's white and pink peacoat. It was hilarious. It just barely fit him, but he wore it with such pride. I'm starting to wonder whether or not are personalities actually ar stored in our clothing. My friend and I switched jackets just for a bit during a amusing science class. He is a kind person, but has a bit of a dark side. He is bigger than me (although we both are rather big guys) but our jackets still fit eachother. It was a Slipknot jacket and rather comfortable, but the jacket practically swallowed me. I felt comfortable, but I wanted ever more to just surround myself in the jacket and let the world float away from me. It's true though that, at least in my circle of friends, if our jackets were put on the floor, even others could pick out who's jacket is whos. I'm glad none of us are sick. We'd probably get the ever feared swine flue. As for me, I'll wear my dark blue with light blue stripe jacket with chewed in thumb holes gladly.