An individuals life can be seen as an onion. Very weird analogy, I know, but if you thought a bit harder and longer you would come to find it as true. If you were to take said onion and peel it layer by layer, one more important and more closer to the center than the other, you would find yourself at the core of it all. With this bad example, the core would be me, and all the layers that were ever so gently peeled were my networks...my people.

All individuals have their own set of networks. People and things that make you, you. Some networks tend to be a bit more important and closer to the heart than others. Some networks are there to help you forward into life, while others are there to just simply fill a void that you might need filling.

I have my own set of networks that all play their respective roles. I have my outer "layer" if we were still stuck on the whole onion theory. They are typically the people I use to fill the silence when it might get a bit eerie. This network consists out of people I greet in passing that I might have met one time at an event or somewhere in class or on campus. They are the people who don't really impact me that much. My life would not come to a complete standstill if I didn't see them o that particular day or at that particular time. You can see them the same as you would the extras on a movie set.

The middle layer that gets closer to the center are the people that I would g to if I were alone at a social event. I would typically go to them and just wait there till my real close friends arrive.  These are the people that played a significant role in a certain amount of time in  my life. They are the people that might help me through a tough time, but it wouldn't effect them that much. They are my people, but they only come after my real real people. Examples of these people could be that one teacher that helped me trough that one tough, dark tie that we both agreed to never mention again, because why relive the past when they helped you through it.

The last layer is the one that gets real close to the center. This is the centers last line of defense. These are MY people. The ones who I can cry, laugh, joke around with after we forgot about a blog or an assignment but then would help each other to get it done. These are the people that I would invite to my funeral that I would also attend. This network is made out of a strange set of individuals. One being my ex whom I have the best of friendships now, the other is a friend that is in Germany. 

You would think that a network is only supposed to be out of the people close to you physically, but for me, a network is so much more. For me, my networks, are my people.