I work with a bunch of kids. And when I say "a bunch of kids," I mean, "A bunch of 18-22-year-old college kids."
Now, there are intelligent, well-mannered, not-high college students (I even know some!), but they don't work at the Mom 'n' Pop Diner with me for four hours every Friday evening.
The kids I work with wear me out. But they also make me laugh. And there is so much they don't know. But they have time to learn.
One of the girls told me last weekend that she broke up with her boyfriend (again). When I asked her why, she answered simply, "I'm not happy." Although I could write a 5,000 word essay on those three words, I spared her.
"Is he mean?"
"Do you like him?"
"Yeah, I love him to death."
"That's not what I asked. I asked if you like him."
"Is that not the same thing?"
Oh, sister. No, it is not.
In the past, I dated several guys I liked (though never at once!), and a few who I loved. There were a few who I loved, but didn't like very much.
It wasn't until I met Jeremy that I found a man I loved and liked in equal amounts. The amounts vary from day to day, and sometimes from hour to hour. There have been several occasions when I've yelled, "I DON'T LIKE YOU VERY MUCH RIGHT NOW. GO AWAY FROM ME." There are times I feel unloved, unlovable, and unloving.
But it's the having balance that is key. If you love someone, but don't like who they are, there is practically no point in going on. If you like someone but feel no love, it may grow.... but it may not.
If you are single, hold out for someone whom you love, and whom you really really like, too.
If you are not-so-single, remind yourself why you love the one you do, and why you like that one the best.
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