The Reality I Didn’t Want to Face

The truth is: this blog post is motivated by a fallacy. I lied. I lied to you and, more disappointingly, I lied to myself.

This is, in many ways, the written piece I never wanted to produce. It’s the one I foresaw one day and dreaded the possibility of the reality facing me now. And, no, it’s not because I’m rectifying a lie. It’s because I didn’t want to face or accept the truth. As many of you know, earlier this last month, I took a trip to visit a friend. Someone I had known for such a long time and, honestly, couldn’t wait to see.

I wrote a blog post about the experience, which you can read here. Was everything in that post a lie? No. All of those feelings, those emotions, that story, they’re all very real and very present, even now. What wasn’t true, was the spin I put on the experience I had visiting her.

I just want to say that the only reason I’m writing this post  is because I have to maintain the integrity of my blog and my own personal shards of dignity. Integrity because I wrote of an experience and published it. Dignity because I can no longer stand to mask what wasn’t an entirely positive experience as an overly astounding one. It wasn’t and I cannot stand by any other assertion.

Really, I hate writing this. I hate being negative, exposing this part of my life. But I can’t be dishonest, either. My only hope is that something positive emerges from the depths of my blunder. Anyway, the truth of the matter is that my trip to Wisconsin to visit my friend didn’t end on 11 January when I flew back home to Philadelphia.

No, it ended this past weekend, along with, seemingly, my friendship with the very person I went to meet. Make no mistake: these words are like daggers.

It hurts. It stings.

To elaborate a bit, my trip was not all “fun and games” like I was hoping (and probably the both of us were hoping). Instead, there was silence. Lots and lots of silence. There were many, many awkward moments. There were many times I felt downright unwelcome and unliked. I felt like a stranger, a sub-human when I thought I’d be feeling at home next to one of my very best friends. I felt embarassed and destroyed inside. I felt saddened that the fears I had conjured before I went to visit had become my reality. I felt that what I had spent, emotionally, monetarily, and physically, didn’t bear fruit.

On my way home, during a layover in Chicago, I had time to reflect. Disappointed Eagles fans heading home were watching the Cowboys and Packers, hoping Green Bay would win, not because they were fans, but because as Philadelphians, you cannot like the Cowboys. Watching that game, I had never wanted a football team to win more badly than I had wanted the Cowboys to win on that day. I don’t even like football. That says it all.

Sitting in that terminal and thinking about what had happened, that the event I had counted down towards over 93 days was over. Not only was it over, it was over in the worst possible way. I had not only had a strange experience, but I may have lost my friend as well. The sheer thought had me fighting back tears. Could you imagine? A 21-year-old guy with a tear-smeared face in the middle of one of America’s busiest airports? But that’s what happened. I couldn’t wait to get home. The sad part is, I couldn’t wait to get home a day-and-a-half after landing in Minneapolis.

As I had mentioned earlier, I knew the risk of meeting my online friend. I knew the potential existed for the physical meeting to destroy everything. I thought I knew her. I thought she knew me. I thought it would happen as I hoped it would. It didn’t. Was I about to give up, though? Not a chance.

“Perhaps I could still rescue it,” I thought.

Because giving up would indicate that the past year didn’t mean anything to me. That I had spent that time getting to know someone disposable; someone I could just simply throw out of my life and forget. I’m not that kind of person. And she isn’t someone I wanted to forget. I didn’t talk to her for three weeks. I purposefully avoided interactions on any medium, whether it be Instagram, Facebook, or Twitter, because I didn’t want to talk to her before I was ready. The trip had certainly created a rift between us, but I wanted so badly to fix it.

During those three weeks, I berated and cursed myself thinking I had done or said something wrong, that I had offended her in some way, that I had done the last thing on earth I wanted to do to her in some way I didn’t even know. I kept blaming myself. It’s in my nature to assume a problem is my fault. My friends encouraged me to keep trying, but when they came to know the true nature of the trip, even they told me it’s better off giving up. But, for me, giving up wasn’t an option. This was my friend and I wanted to keep her friendship, regardless of what it meant to me. That’s how much it meant to me.

So after three weeks of silence, I finally mustered up the courage to ask what had happened and, begrudgingly, I got an answer. The answer, I’ll say, left a sour taste. It only left me with more questions. It left me frustrated and confused, much akin to the prior three weeks. It seems, though, that my inquiries will go unanswered.

An abrupt end to the conversation seemingly brought an end to everything. It was clear to me that this relationship was just about done and that I had lost my friend.

Yes, it’s sad. I’m still bothered by it, even now. How could it not? Writing this blog post; it really hurt. We both had so much excitement for this trip and to see it spiral so extremely out of control was depressing to see. Still, I maintained that we could be friends. Despite that. Despite my friends telling me it wasn’t worth it. In the end, from my perspective, it looks like they were right.

I don’t want to end on a negative tone, because I’m an optimist. I gained so much from this trip as well. For one, online friendships are a beautiful and real medium of relationships. My one bad experience has not, in any way, deterred me from any of the other friendships I’ve formed over Twitter and other social media platforms. I value them as much as I did before. My hope is still to meet many of them. Secondly, over the past three weeks, I’ve learned what amazing friends I really have, whether they be in-person or online through social media platforms. In fact, I’ve strengthed seven of my friendships over the three weeks since I’ve returned. They’ve been so incredibly supportive of me and were very understanding of why it hurt as much as it did (you know who you guys are so, thank you!).

I’ll conclude with this. My friends mean the world to me. I’ve lost close friends in the past so I know what it’s like to physically lose someone. That’s why I’ll go to any lengths to preserve a relationship with someone I care about, even if it means I have to degrade and humble myself, a view that most of my friends don’t share. But even I can only go so far and make so much of an effort before I feel like I need to start looking after myself as well. I’m very grateful for the experience.

I’m grateful that I got to meet her and see her world. I’m grateful to her for what she’s done for me, not just in those four days, but in the past year. There has to be a reason I tried to save it, right?

But, honestly, never give up on a friend. Because if you’re truly meant to be friends, you’ll find a way through anything. Because even now, despite the experience and snubbing, in the face of all of my friends calling me a naive, foolish idiot, a part of me doesn’t want to give up on this.

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From BBM to Wisconsin: Realizing The Dream of Meeting My Online Best Friend

Ever think about your best friend and think about how you met? The strange interactions that led you to trusting that person enough to share with them your deepest fears, joys, secrets, vulnerabilities, and the other things you can’t talk about with just anyone? When I met my childhood best friends eighteen years ago, our first communication was an exchange of insults.

When I met her, it was a tweet over phones.

If you know me on social media (namely Twitter, but sort of Facebook as well), then you know who this “her” is.

September 2013 is when I like think my Twitter account was “really born.” I’ve actually had it since 2011 but never could quite grasp the concept or see its necessity in my life. While struggling with how hashtags worked and what the “@“ meant, I followed a bunch of people who I believed had interests similar to my own (or, at the very least, shared one interest with me). Roger Federer had lost in the 4th Round of the US Open (darn you, Tommy Robredo) and Rafael Nadal ended up winning the tournament that September over Novak Djokovic in the final (still wondering how that happened). What that meant for me was the beginning of a small period of time when I didn’t want to look at or talk about tennis. So I pursued one of my other passions on social media; BlackBerry.

Trying to, in a sense, “establish myself,” on Twitter, I followed a ton of BlackBerry users and employees and got over the shyness of tweeting “at” someone rather quickly. It was during this period of Twitter nascence that I stumbled across a discussion about virtual keyboards and haptic feedback or speakers or something about a BlackBerry device. It was between a man (whom I had recognized from other BlackBerry communities) and a girl I had never seen before. I assume I had some kind of an opinion because I responded. I clicked on her profile.

Lauren Kortbein @laurenkortbein

She was very clearly someone who’s passion for BlackBerry far exceeded my own and someone who was quite recognizable and outspoken in the BlackBerry community. If my goal was to build a foundation of users based on my passion for BlackBerry, she was someone I had to follow. So I followed her. She was just another BlackBerry user. Nothing more. But she was probably the first BlackBerry user I followed that was close to me in age (it appeared, anyway), so I found her slightly more relatable than the rest.

Reflecting back, I don’t remember how many times I responded to BlackBerry-related tweets from Lauren. Her tweets were always so amusing and so full of excitement. Her obsession with cars became equally as apparent as her passion for BlackBerry and technology in general. But she was still, very much, a normal 21-year-old college girl. One particular interaction about the movie Bridesmaids comes to mind, particuarly because I responded and was compelled to promise Lauren I’d watch the movie (which I did end up doing).

We quite clearly had many exchanges over that autumn and winter. By February and March, I’d say she was my most frequent Twitter mention. There was seldom a day when we didn’t interact with each others’ tweets.

By mid-March, the 140 character restraint Twitter imposes on its communications felt far too cramped for what felt like a burgeoning friendship, and one that could work. I sent her my BBM PIN on direct message through Twitter and we finally could talk in private with messages of any length. She was the same on BBM as she was on Twitter; funny, bubbly, easily excitable, and very, very friendly.

Lauren was one of the primary reasons I decided to upgrade my Z10 to a Z30 when I did and she was also the one who celebrated with me the most over Twitter and BBM. It was then I really began to feel like we were friends. Over the next few months we exchanged BBMs and had a few conversations here and there. Over Twitter, thanks to my big mouth, I inadvertantly promised her an Audi R8 for her birthday (which is a the end of May). As someone who takes promises very, very seriously, I did what most poor college students do when they can’t afford something; I improvised. I sent her a model R8 and a birthday and made absolutely certain it would arrive on her day. The idea of sending a gift to a girl I’d known only online was a bit strange, but her reaction justified it instantly. I’d do it again.

The following months that consisted of my summer almost exclusively belonged to Lauren. It started with a discussion about an episode of MTV’s Catfish: The TV Show and our relationship really took off from there. I wasn’t a particular fan of the series but I looked forward to our “Catfish Wednesday” where we’d both watch the newest episode together, but apart. Catfish was only one of the many shows we watched over the summer. If you follow Lauren, then you’re very well aware of her fondness for Netflix. The next three months was

The craziness of watching anything with Lauren

The craziness of watching anything with Lauren

filled with shows like House of Cards, Orange is the New Black, Wilfred, amongst others. One night Lauren came home after watching the movie The Fault in Our Stars and told me how much of a fantastic book and film it is. I ordered the book instantly and finished it just a few days later.

I should say that none of the above television shows or books are in my usual scope of things I enjoy watching. I don’t really like reality TV (though us watching a show like Catfish is really quite poetic) or comedies like OitNB. I’m much more into heavy stories, psychologial shows, cyberpunk, and science fiction. But I was changing as a person. I was becoming more open-minded about what I chose to watch and, let’s face it, I took any excuse I could to talk to Lauren. Anything at all. That’s how much I enjoyed our time “together.”

Our relationship was changing, too. Whereas prior to the summer we just casually talked every once in a while about BlackBerry or something we saw on Twitter, we began to talk more about what we were watching, our lives, day-to-day things, and outlying acitivities. If something happened, Lauren would be the first person I’d tell about it. It was quickly becoming the case that she’d be the person I’d talk to after waking up and the last person I’d say “goodnight” to at night. She was the only one of my friends with whom I could talk to over the course of an entire day. My friendship with her was different than any of my others, despite being much shorter than most.

The day we had our first video chat was significant in that it was an otherwise miserble day for me. Earlier that same day I had received my first speeding ticket and just talking to her salvaged my entire day. Actually, it did more than simply “salvage” it; it turned it almost completely on its head. That’s what a friend is supposed to do.

As the summer grew to a close, I was sad that the whirlwind of an incoming semester was going to really limit the amount of time I can spend talking to my friends and what I can do for my own pleasure. Still, we maintained a fantastic relationship. However, it was quickly approaching the point to where phone calls, photos, video chats; these mediums were not enough. I had come to the point where I really, really wanted to meet her. I wanted to meet Lauren. But I needed an excuse.

My excuse came in the form of a trip to Louisiana. My dad (who lives in Louisiana) didn’t seem as though he’d make it home for Christmas. So I decided to take a trip to the warm South just after Christmas. I’d bifurcate the trip so that the first half would be in Louisiana and the second half would be in Wisconsin. I though I had a foolproof plan.

When I asked Lauren whether it was even a good idea to meet, to my surprise and relief, she not only loved the idea, but really couldn’t wait for the day to arrive. I had honestly thought she’d shy away from the idea; that I was much too boring of a person worth her meeting, let alone stay in her house for four days. But she was excited and that really helped me in my determination to make it work. We had actually joked about one of us visiting the other over the summer, but it just seemed to be one of those things you only envision actually doing. Never did I imagine it may become my reality. I had dreams of it. I was on the cusp of fulfilling it.

Explaining it to my parents was a battle I was dreading to have to fight. My sister and mom knew who Lauren was, but neither was convinced I knew her well enough to actually go see her. When I told my mom, she panicked. For her, this was a new leap on so many levels. Keep in mind that my parents grew up in India and my mom has really only been in the United States for about two years longer than me. Her reservations are fueled by cultural and, to a very real extent, practical concerns. For one, this was the first time I was going to be traveling to see someone not in my family. Moreover, no one but me acutally knew Lauren. Secondly, I was going to see a girl (a white girl, at that). This sounded off so many cultural alarms. Her concern instantly turned to who else would know. I had no intention of keeping my trip a secret, and why should I? I was proud of Lauren; proud of who she is and proud that I can call her my friend. Up until the day I left my mom kept trying to sway me away, if not from the trip then from the idea of staying with her in her apartment. But I couldn’t.

I didn’t bother explaining Lauren to my father. As traditional as my mother is, my father is ten times as worse. There’s nothing wrong with being traditional, but when it errs on the side of unreasonable, my explanation seemed as it would fall on deaf ears. So I lied and told him Lauren was actually a male friend whom I had met in university and transferred to the University of Wisconsin. Yes, it was wrong to lie, and I felt even worse telling Lauren that I had to lie about who she is just so I could go see her.

I never really gained full approval from my mother, but I didn’t have time to wait on her either. So I bought my tickets for New Orleans and Minneapolis. The dream to see Lauren one day was no longer a dream; it was a reality in the making.

93 days marked the difference between purchasing the tickets and the date we’d meet. That’s all.

Turned out to be a longer 93 days than either of us had envisioned. Over the course of that period, the both of us had switched platforms; BlackBerry 10 to iOS. Had this been any other relationship this change would’ve been so trivial it wouldn’t have even been worth mentioning. But the only reason Lauren and I knew each other was because of our mutual passion for BlackBerry. Ironically by the time we’d meet, neither of us would be on the platform that brought us together.

As our BBMs became texts and then iMessages, we grew even closer over those 93 days. As the semester became more stressful it felt like Lauren was a constant stream of support, and I was one for her (I hope, anyway). It felt great. There were many instances where, despite the fact that we had never met, it felt like she was more than just a friend. I never told her that, of course, but it did.

Before our meeting, I did a bit of research into others who had met their online friends for the first time and what the experience was like. While I was beyond excited to finally meet her, I was also very, very afraid. Many aspects of this trip scared me. For one, Lauren loves to drink and even works at a brewery. I don’t drink alcohol at all. I worried it would make her feel strange drinking around me. I worried that maybe we wouldn’t actually like each other in person, at least not as much as we did over text. Finally, I was concerned that our friendship wouldn’t survive the meeting. There’s something special about having a friend you’ve never met. A certain secrecy surrounds them. Would we lose that which made our relationship unique? I had so many doubts. I carried them all the way to New Orleans and Minneapolis.

The excitement of meeting Lauren kept me awake on several occasions far longer than I would have liked. I was okay with that. Seeing the countdown tweets decrement each day reminded me how close I was to living a dream. I only hoped that it was a dream for Lauren, too. Before long, January 8 arrived.

One of the most significant text exchanges we've ever had

One of the most significant text exchanges we’ve ever had

I spent more time that morning getting ready to travel than I had on any previous morning in recent memory. I had to look my best. I was meeting the girl to whom I had given the better part of the last year. Our meeting was delayed about four hours because of brutal weather conditions in Chicago and Minneapolis. It didn’t do much to calm my nerves. After all, as much as I knew Lauren, I was still meeting her for the first time. It’s a strange dynamic. The delay felt painful, as if some higher power was trying to drag this out as long as possible. The taxi to the runway felt like it took forever. But I was soon on my way to Minneapolis; to Lauren.

Landing in Minneapolis and just walking out of the gate was an event in itself. For the first time, we were in the same place, separated by just yards and feet. Admittedly, I tried to prolong the meeting myself by going to baggage claim first and then finding Lauren. But this poor girl had waited far longer than she should have. I had to find her, and find her I did.

The tall, beautiful blonde-haired girl with gorgeous blue eyes and an even prettier smile. I found her. I embraced her and I really didn’t want to let go. I finally had my Lauren.

All the initial awkwardness I was warned about didn’t exist between us. It was like old friends meeting for yet another time. That night we went out shopping for a bit, had dinner, and made the hour trip home.

There were so many instances during which I just looked at Lauren in disbelief. I couldn’t believe it was really her walking next to me, sitting next to me, talking to me. There were times when I couldn’t believe I was sitting in her beloved galactic blue Jetta (which is quite a stunning car, really). Surreal is the only word I can use to describe what I felt over the four short days together.

The organizer Lauren and her team designed for her class. She had one made for me with my initials engraved. On top, a pamphlet from the Leinenkugel brewery where she works.

The organizer Lauren and her team designed for her class. She had one made for me with my initials engraved. On top, a pamphlet from the Leinenkugel brewery where she works.

While together, we watched quite a bit of Netflix. Something as simple as sitting on the same couch in the same room and watching the same thing together was significant in itself. We had watched so much apart so this was something I had truly relished.

Before going to Wisconsin, many of my friends remarked that there was “nothing to see there.” I truly enjoyed myself. From the Leinenkugel brewery (where Lauren works) to the snow-covered plains and small, far away towns, Wisconsin has an identity of its own. For someone from the hustle and bustle of southeastern Pennsylvania who’s grown up in and is used to life in the city of Philadelphia, Wisconsin was welcome change. Everyone seemed kinder and more personable. The towns with their French or Native American names seemed further apart and quaint. It was hard to believe that I was even still in the same country. But I would go back to Wisconsin again, and just because Lauren lives there, but because it truly is a beautiful place.

I knew that Sunday was going to come quickly and it did. It’s always difficult saying “goodbye” to a loved one but it’s even more difficult when you don’t know if or when you’ll see the other person again. It was a tough morning.

Lauren and I are very different people. She’s very much a typical American girl as much as she is different. She’s from a quaint town in Wisconsin and has lived a fairly normal life. I’m the son of immigrants from India and grew up in the metro area that is Philadelphia. She’s a fan of Aaron Rodgers. I’m a fan of Roger Federer. She loves comedies and reality TV. I love fiction, adventure, fantasy, and science fiction. Lauren’s car is her pride, her obsession. She spends hours tweaking it, cleaning it, and making it, well, whatever you make cars. I spend hours perfecting my serve, getting the toss right, the speed right, making sure no one can tell where that ball’s going to land. Lauren and I represent two different but equal sides of America. It was a mutual passion for BlackBerry that brought us together and, even though neither of us used a BlackBerry when we met, our relationship evolved past our mutual interest through a medium still
in its relative infancy. We’re two people from two very different fragments of reality, but we have a real relationship. A real friendship.

When I reflect back to what Lauren initially started out to me, it amazes me that we’ve become as close as we have. If someone had told me just six months I ago that I’d actually go to Wisconsin to see her, I’d have doubted them to no end. But even then, the signs were there. I changed because of Lauren. I became open to things, media, ideas, relationships I had been so closed off to before I knew her. She changed me. I had never worked harder for any relationship in my life before I met her. She’s made me a better person. She’s made me want to become a better me. That’s when you know you really care about someone.

A lot of you already know Lauren. If you’ve never met her, she is one of the happiest people you can meet. It’s not a false happiness, either. She exudes a general content with life. She’s the kind of person you want to take with you everywhere you go because she can find fun in even the most mundane activities. Life is just more fun and enjoyable with Lauren. She’s also much, much prettier in person. She’s gorgeous in her photos, but they don’t do her complete justice. What stuck me though was how memorable her laugh was. I’d heard her laugh so many times on the phone, but hearing her laugh in person is so different. When she laughs, you want to laugh with her. It’s so genuine.

I’ve learned so much, from Lauren, from going to see her, from even just talking to her. She is one of my closest friends and she means more to me than most people know, including her. I am forever grateful to her for all she did for me over those four short days, including just allowing me to go see her. Life’s different now that there’s no countdown to look ahead to completing, but I do hope that one day I see her again and I cannot wait until that day arrives. I’m so glad of all the friends I’ve made through Twitter and BBM, this is the one that’s grown the most and the one I took a leap on. I would jump on the opportunity to do a trip to Wisconsin again.

There are times when I wonder that, had Lauren and I met under more conventional circumstances, whether we’d be as close as we are or even friends at all. It speaks volumes about the power of social media and the technology we have available to us. An entire friendship formed through services like BBM, Twitter, Facebook, text, Facetime, iMessage, email, and even traditional mailing before actually meeting in person. It’s amazing to think that, because of the technology for which Lauren and I share a deep passion, a girl from Wisconsin and a boy from Pennsylvania, both from two very different frames of reality, can form as close a bond as we have.

Recently, whether it be at work, on the train, or at school, people complain to me about social media and technology. They claim that the relationships formed through those mediums “aren’t real,” and are “meaningless” and “impersonal.” They back off a bit when they later ask what I study in university and I tell them “computer science.” They feel as though they had just insulted my livelihood. But that’s not what I take offense to. It’s this relationship I’ve built that takes the hit. This is what I feel compelled to defend. This is why I can never agree with those people.

What I’d like anyone reading this to take away from this is that there is nothing wrong with forming a friendship through social media. In today’s world, it’s incredibly normal and don’t allow anyone to tell you otherwise. And if you’re really as close as Lauren and I are, then I encourage anyone to take the chance and meet their online friends. As I mentioned before, I read a lot of blogs and personal experiences before solidifying my resolve to see Lauren. This is me paying it forward. Social media is an incredible means of communication. For her, it’s an indispensible tool in her field of study. For me, it’s not only what I dream to work on and to improve, it’s what helped me meet and come to know someone else whose life I can put ahead of my own.

Tough Love: Why We Left Our BlackBerrys

As you have probably noticed, we have recently made the change from BlackBerry to iPhone (which you can read about on Lauren’s blog and David’s blog). We’ve gotten a lot of questions and comments from this switch, and because of that, we decided to write a blog post about the reasons why. Since we both got BlackBerrys at the same time, and then switched to iPhone at the same time, we thought it only appropriate that we create a unified blog post about it!

How We Got Involved in BlackBerry

Lauren: I’ve always been a huge supporter of BlackBerry, and absolutely loved their phones. My first smartphone was a BlackBerry Storm back in 2009, and I’ve had BlackBerrys ever since. The #TeamBlackBerry community was just another reason I chose to stay with BlackBerry. They helped me with issues, supported me in my various endeavors, and became some of my closest friends! As iPhones became more and more popular, I swore I would never buy one. My friends eventually all switched to iPhones, even the ones who were as dedicated to Android as I was to BlackBerry. It was hard constantly explaining why I continued to love BlackBerry, why their devices worked for me, and why I hadn’t tried an iPhone yet. Since I had never used anything different, all I knew was BlackBerry. I thought they were the best phones for me, and no other phone would even come close.

 

David:  My intrigue with BlackBerry began in 2008 when my mother brought home a BlackBerry Curve 8330.  I was fascinated by a phone with the ability to load full web pages and one that had a full QWERTY keyboard.  In 2009, when it came time to upgrade, I chose a Pearl Flip 8230 to be my first smartphone and my first BlackBerry.  The more I used my BlackBerry, the more I loved the experience, and that experience is what brought me back in 2011 to a Torch 9810, a Z10 in early-2013, and a Z30 earlier this year.  With every passing BlackBerry device that fell into my hands, the more entrenched within the #TeamBlackBerry community I became and, soon enough, I found myself surrounded by some of my now-closest friends and the only thing which brought us together were our BlackBerry devices.  The allure of the iPhone and other competing operating systems normally felt distant, for a long time because BlackBerry’s experience felt better, but also because where BlackBerry lacked in a truly encompassing ecosystem, it excelled in forming a tight-knit community of users, most of whom cared about each other.  With every new BlackBerry came a renewed resolve, a resolve that I would never use anything but a BlackBerry in my life.

What Made Us Switch

Lauren: When one of my friends switched to the iPhone 6, I decided to test out his iPhone 5. After using it for a few days, I realized that this was actually the best phone for me. I was worried that I liked this phone so much! I was always defending BlackBerry against Apple, saying how you couldn’t possibly be productive on an iPhone, and how they were for people who wanted to conform. After using the phone for a few weeks, I realized what I should have realized years ago. Just because you support a company and appreciate the products they create doesn’t mean it’s the best product for you.

 

David:  In mobile, there are only two (well, three, now) companies that develop the software and manufacture their own hardware; Apple and BlackBerry (and now Microsoft).  As such, I’ve always found every iPhone since the iPhone 4 fascinating.  However, the experience (combination of both hardware and software) was never enough to pull me away from BlackBerry. Still, I levied my opinion on the iPhone as if I had used one.  As someone who loves technology, especially mobile technology, and a computer science undergraduate student, I recently began feeling that it was unfair of me to do this.  Admittedly, it became harder to say why my BlackBerry was the best choice for me, let alone my friends, family, and anyone else who asked for my opinion on the matter.  BlackBerry’s new enterprise-focused direction and target market further convinced me that it was time to explore other devices, OSs, and ecosystems.  It’s difficult to say that this was fueled by a dissatisfaction for my Z30 or BlackBerry 10, but it was a feeling of alienation that pushed me to fulfill a wish 4 years in the making; the wish to give the iPhone its fair share of a chance.

 

Why iPhone is Currently the Best Phone for Us

Lauren: Social media is my passion, and it’s the career path I plan on taking after college. Because there are so many new platforms and apps designed every day relating to social media, I need to stay up-to-date with them. This is the critical area that caused me to rethink my phone choice. BlackBerry doesn’t have the major apps that I need and want, like Instagram, Snapchat and Tumblr. Yes, there are Android apps that can be sideloaded, and there are native versions of these apps, but they just can’t compare. As much as I risk sounding like Jony Ive, everything on iPhones just works. The apps work as they should, the OS itself is lag-free and it has all of the features I want and need. Sure, there are things I miss on my BlackBerry, but things like the hub and LED come second to apps and compatibility.

 

David:  When I used to tell people why I chose a BlackBerry over other devices, I would say that I didn’t use many apps and that I didn’t need them.  Well, the fact of the matter is, I never knew what it meant to have many apps to use and the world’s largest, most polished app library from which to choose.  Now I have access to apps for services that I’ve used while on my BlackBerry, like Pinterest, WordPress, and all of my tennis apps. Of course, there are certain things about my BlackBerry that I miss; swiping to reach the BlackBerry Hub, the flashing LED, the typing experience, and BBM on BlackBerry.  However, when it comes to the most consistent, most polished, most power-efficient operating system on the market, it’s very difficult to make a case against iOS.  Everything really does just simply work as you’d like it and, for the most part, in a very elegant and efficient fashion.

The Future

We can’t predict what will happen in the future, and we certainly can’t predict what phones are coming out in the upcoming months/years.  When it comes to what devices we’ll be picking up in the future, it’s difficult to predict with much certainty.  Right now, iOS is our operating system of choice because it works the best for us above its competitors.  With that being said, the door is never fully closed on the possibility of returning to BlackBerry.  We’ll be ever observant and supportive of the company that made us passionate about smartphones, hoping that it fully recovers and wins in the enterprise.  Even more than that, though, we desperately hope to see BlackBerry return to the consumer market with devices that can compete for the hearts of consumers like us with a version of BlackBerry 10 that exudes the polish and elegance of iOS while, at the same time, does so in a very BlackBerry-like fashion.  Whether it be through carrying one of its devices or purely through our sentiments, we’ll always support BlackBerry and our #TeamBlackBerry community.

This post was co-authored by Lauren Kortbein (@laurenkortbein) and David Bethala (@DavidBethala)

“Describe yourself in three words”

Disclaimer: I cheated on this one (just a bit).

As a university junior nearing summer break, my internship interview schedule has become quite full in these past few weeks. One never knows what to expect from computer science/programming/information technology interviews. Some could be very straightforward, like “What experience do you have with PHP?” or “Describe a time you had difficulty working on a team.” Those are basic questions and, minus the one about PHP, one could expect to be asked similar questions at any job interview.

Last week, I had the absolute pleasure of being interviewed at a small web development and marketing firm in the beautiful Rittenhouse Square section of my hometown, Philadelphia, for a web developer position. Before this, I had been to numerous job interviews, some for internships, but mostly for part-time retail jobs. After some light discussion about my favourite superhero and villain, my estimate of the number of registered vehicles in the U.S. (I guessed 75 million, actual is 62 million), I was posed the titular challenge: “Describe yourself in three words.”

It was the first time I had ever been told to do that. Immediately, I began to contemplate whether I should describe myself, the person, or in such a way that makes me seem fit for the job (or, at the very least, competent). The three words I ended up choosing were:

-Relaxed-

I suppose I chose this one to describe my demeanor on a normal day.  Even on an abnormal day, I’m not usually an agitated person.  I’ve always been one to hide unhappy or even sad feelings and put them away. I’m of the mentality that “Why should anyone else be worried about what I have to worry about?  People have enough problems.” However, I only enforce this policy upon myself.  I encourage others to talk about their problems, even if it’s to me, because I’m always more than willing to listen.  Perhaps, this “relaxed” personality helps me keep a level head and abstain from passing judgment on others, a judgment I have no right to pass.

-Soft-spoken (What a snake I am, picking a two-word phrase!)-

This one was easy to pick, but no so easy to say (clearly).  I’m, by no means, a loud person.  I have thoughts of all kinds running through my head at any given second, but when it comes to choosing one and explaining it, I’m quite terrible.  So, in an effort to reduce all instances of sounding like an idiot, I don’t speak so loudly.  Besides, I can’t say I like the sound of my own voice at high volumes too much anyway. I dislike having to yell.

-Content-

Between the last one and this one, there was a long, awkward pause. I had no idea final word characterized me most accurately.  But I began to think about my life, in general.  I’ve been blessed with a life full of problems that I’m quite fortunate to have. I never have to worry about from where my next meal will come, where I go if I get sick, or anything along those lines.  At the same time, my life isn’t what I’d, ideally, choose. Of course, no one’s life is, but perhaps what I mean is that I can imagine a happier time in my life.  Not to say that I’m not happy now, because I am, but that I could be happier.  We all have events which shape our lives and the events that found their way into mine and caused this “dip” in happiness has surely changed mine forever.  In fact, I would even say that it’s changed it for the better, despite causing me a certain sadness for every joyous moment I encounter.  So, instead of saying “happy,” I think “content” more accurately described my life at that moment. Though, to be completely honest, I probably sounded pretentious. “What 21-year-old knows anything about contentment?” is what I was saying to myself walking to the train station that afternoon.

I ended up not getting that job, and I’m okay with that. I had a fantastic experience, nonetheless, and don’t regret taking the time to meet with those who interviewed me.  I was forced to look at myself and do one of the hardest things any of us could be asked to do: describe ourselves.  It ended up being the most difficult question I was posed that day, and the most difficult question that has ever come up during a job interview for me (so far).

I have been meaning to do this for quite a while, but it’s finally time to get to it.  Being the optimist that I tend to be, my interview experience also gave me great fodder for an intro post to my blog.  I intend to write, for the most part, about my passions for technology, interest in politics, and just some interesting thoughts on life.

As I mentioned earlier, I have numerous thoughts about various things running through my head at any given time. Time to actually articulate on a few or, hopefully, many of them!

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