The Big Fear
Rejection. I’ve been hearing a lot about it lately. Someone’s old job calls saying they want them back, and two days later they call again to explain something called a hiring freeze. Someone gets asked on date and on the day before is told that he forgot he was having dinner with his mother. Can we reschedule? Someone turns in a resume and never ever hears a word. We went with someone else, are moving in a different direction, work better as friends, thought things were going to turn out differently, don’t want you. However it gets expressed the sentiment is the same: he, she, me, it, they, your dog, the universe, NASA is just not that into you.
In theory, I think people understand that rejection is a big part of life. It starts on the playground and makes its way to the conference room. It’s nothing personal except that it is entirely personal, and gives one the feeling not so much that someone up there doesn’t like them, but that a whole lot of people down here don’t, which is kind of worse, because supposedly that someone up there likes everyone, which is a kind of rejection in itself, because I want to be so special.
The only thing I have to say about rejection really is that it hurts, and usually worse than you think it should, which is an evolutionary mechanism to avoid getting booted from the tribe, but rejection itself never looked as bad on someone as whining about rejection did. Whining about rejection makes you look fat.
I guess I would rather be rejected, than to never have the opportunity to be you know, and it can make you better. Rejection gives you that sexy survivor’s swagger, and let me tell you that no one ever looked fat in that, except maybe you.