There are people who I’m leery of. Those who claim they never have to prepare for a presentation or a meeting. People who hate chocolate. People who watch reality tv and nothing else. Above all, I’m very leery of number whores. What’s a number whore? A person who connects online for the sole purpose of making themselves look more important than they really are. Now, I’m not talking about people who are popular and have a large number of friends and colleagues. I’m talking about that person on Twitter with 6 million followers and only following 2. I’m referring to the stranger on LinkedIn who lies about his or her affiliation just to get a contact. I’m talking about that Facebook “friend” who swears we were in the same kindergarten class.
This reminds of the guys I met when I went clubbing every weekend. At the end of the night, out of sheer desperation, these guys would go up to every girl walking to their car and beg for their number. As pathetic as that was, this is worse. Social media should facilitate constructive dialogue and meaningful interaction even under the influence of a few cocktails. I’ve regained friendships I thought were lost for good due to distance. I’ve reconnected with former colleagues who’ve offered advice and encouragement. I’ve made wonderful new friends that I may have never met if it wasn’t for social media. This blog alone has led to opportunities beyond anything I would’ve imagined. You see, this isn’t a numbers game to me. This is my life.