All my life, it was "it's not what you know, it's who you know." And, even in the most minor scenarios, I found that was true. It was always true.
And then, it wasn't...and it made me think, or realize, that it was all sow shit. But it took an even longer amount of time realize that no phrase is absolute. Maybe, just maybe, it was the "who" in the phrase that was the problem. By knowing them, it didn't make a difference, it seems. The very people I'd worked with before and would again...weomp?! Hmm.
So, after more rejection, it took someone I know to end the suffering, albeit temporarily. In the realm of possibilities, nothing is given. What's wanted vs. what's expected, but honesty? Respect? They'll have none for you...until they want if FROM you. And that's how things roll, I guess. You saw them on your way up, you'll see them on their way down.
And when they hand you the receipt from buying new dish towels, tell them you, too, think of the "old days," that we should meet up for lunch, and keep to yourself that you may forgive, but you don't forget.
