seeing innocence
I have to admit, I’ve developed a sort of fascination for 3 or 4 women where I work, but not for the reasons you might think. They all share one common personality trait among them, and it’s not something I’m sure I can completely put into words. I thought innocence was the word I was looking for, but it’s not really quite that.
They are all happy, very nice, and friendly. But there’s also another quality too, as I said, and it’s not really innocence - it’s more that the world hasn’t really touched them the way it has a lot of people. I think the word wholesome might be a better description.
Just as an example, a couple friends and myself were conversing with one of these women earlier this week. As it happens, my friend’s cube we were at has a lot of quotes from Clerks 2 on his whiteboard, and she was looking at them, and quite obviously to us she didn’t know what they were. So my friend explained about the movie. It gets a little fuzzy here, but after a moment of conversation, I basically said I thought Clerks 2, or any of the series of movies with Jay and Silent bob weren’t really her style. so my friend took the opportunity to try and get me into trouble with her by asking me what kind of movies I thought she was into. I said I thought, based on our conversations that she liked comedies, but Jay and Silent Bob weren’t her type of comedic movie style. I was right, as it turns out. She mentioned that she didn’t finish Pulp Fiction because she thought it was disgusting. Personally, I love Quentin Tarantino movies except Sin City, which I hated, and Reservoir dogs, which I haven’t seen yet. But I can see that in her, and in the other women. they have a definite style about them, that is similar in some ways and different in others. They’ve seen some of what the world has to offer and said no thanks.
I find it interesting that we work at the same place. It’s generally accepted as a basic metaphysical rule that like attracts like. I’m curious what that says about myself that I have brought these women into my life, just working with them and occasionally socializing here and there during the week. Funny thing is, these women wouldn’t even know I was referring to them if they read this without me putting their names out here, which I have no intention of doing. They seem unaware of the effect they have on people, well, on me at least, and that’s part of the charm of it.
Another generally accepted metaphysical principle is that the people in our lives serve as our mirrors: what we see in them is really what we see in ourselves, just projected outward. So, with that in mind, let me just say an extremely heartfelt thanks to these unique women, for letting me see a part of myself that not even I get to see very often.