Monday, August 5, 2013

To Love or To Be In Love

I often pondered this idea of "loving someone" vs "being in love with someone".

Because if you think about it, they are completely different things. And while I can argue forever about the exact ratio, I would say a greater amount of people love each other than are IN love with each other.

I try and think of a ways to define each, but it's kind of difficult to put to words. But the stuff of the movies, you know, Tristan and Isolde, Jack and Rose of Titanic, Allie and Noah from the Notebook, Maria and Captain Von Trapp of Sound of the Music....now that's being in love.

I'm not saying you have to be ready to catch a grenade or throw your hand on a blade for the other person. But being in love is just something so much deeper - a connection so pure and strong that happiness can't be achieved without the other.

When two people in love look at each other, you can see it.

Here's how I think it goes:

Two people that are in love with each other always love each other.
Two people that love each other are sometimes in love with each other.

I am realistic. I don't know if I'll find someone that I will be in love with. But I darn well better find someone I love.


FB Status Recap

Today on the bus I sat across one of the most attractive men I have ever seen. He was probably in his late 30s or maybe early 40s but he had that George Clooney thing going, except he was even better looking. We made eye contact once and good god his eyes were pure bluegreen. And he wore aviators, those are my weakness. The problem with beautiful people is that I can't stop staring at them. He probably noticed that I peeked at him like 20 times during that bus ride...

When all the senior members of the company are out on business trips and the president comes in with the two new recruiters that just got hired last week and says to me "For better or for worse, right now, you're the one who know the most...."
 

Oh goodness, some man on the metro decided to chat it up with me for like 20+ minutes, all the way from Clarendon to Vienna. He was in his 50s and was a director of research at some technology company in MD. I think because he doesnt ride the metro often and drives instead, he gets lonely. And maybe I have "talk to me" written all over me or something, but hey I dont mind, random long conversations in the metro make life interesting I guess.

The typical facebook message conversation between two friends consists of one paragraph each that goes back and forth. But Hanbin Cho defies this rule. Just as I think my message to him can't be any longer, his message back is even longer. Just because I was curious, I copied and pasted it into word....it was 4,193 words. That's 6 pages single spaced. That is insane. Friendship level: expert.
I <3 you!

How this conversation goes in my mind versus real life.
Man: “Can I fax you my documents?” (Who faxes things anymore?)
Me: “Well, I need electronic copies, could you scan them instead?” (Unless your internet is broken, no)
Man: “But I have a lot of documents...can I just fax them to you?” (What do you mean you have a lot of documents? Why is that even a problem…)
Me: “If you can’t get access to a... scanner, you can go ahead and fax them and we can scan it here”
Man: “I have a scanner, that’s not an issue. I just have a lot of documents. ” (are u fo reals?)
Me: “If you fax them, we’d still have to scan them here. We are quite busy and that’s why we would like to ask you to help us with that” (Aint nobody got timeeee for that)

My work emails have been very insightful today, or rather the people behind them have been. I’ve gotten “Ariel, I believe life takes you places!” and “everything in life happens for some reason.” By now I’ve realized that behind the flat professional emails and secretary voice filled phone interviews, I’m talking with very real people with very real dreams, troubles, and passions. In a short amount of time, I have glimpsed into the lives of so many, each with a unique story to tell. Such is HR I guess.

That has got to be the 8th person to tell me during our phone interview that they thought i was a man. And they're justified too; they keep telling me how their mom's friend's cousin's dog's great uncle knew a man named Ariel. Most of them are subtle about it. But ive definitely called ppl where the first thing they blurt out after I introduce myself is "Oh! I thought you were a man!" so smooth...
 
 

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