The Network
In life we are often told to rely on The Network. The Network is a large entity, filled with a variety of people displaying various traits, most of which are maddening to this writer. There are those who siphon the resources of The Network without giving back. They are free-riders, the ones who hope to use this tool only to their advantage. They are leaches, the worst kind of parasites. The very language they use is so disgusting, their word means nothing. They don’t talk down to you, they talk away to you. They stop to get the information they need, but their eyes are never focused on the person. The eyes are shifting instead, looking for the next gold-plated name tag with a powerful title. Names mean nothing in this context. Names only become important when used to namedrop. These are the worst. Their presence in The Network is never earned.
It is disgusting to me that people could get to this point. It is perhaps why I shun the life of the corporate businessman or politician. But The Network has a shiny facade. It’s about who you know, we’re told, and The Network puts the “who” in that phrase. I’d rather get by on my innate and learned skills and abilities, and meet and develop relationships with people based on a common interest, passion, or desire. The day I attempt to get to know someone because of their job title or position in life, and not who they are and what they did to achieve that title or position, will be a sad day. But I promise I’ll be fighting to ensure that day never comes.
