Rejection

This was originally intended to be a pleasant post, than Tupac came on and my whole psyche changed. I wouldn’t say I’m angry, I’m not punching anything or anyone, and if you knew me back in the day I was known to collect teeth. You put some Pac on and I’m slapping your mother while she is pregnant with my baby. Ok that’s a bit much, or not enough? Maybe your mother is tumbling down a flight of stairs why holding the baby we have created together and I step aside and watch it happen. Again probably too much.

Rejection is hard to accept. In your brain you are top dog, but when someone doesn’t see you in that same light you are taken aback, likely offended. It makes you reevaluate your top dogness, which is never fun to have to consider you are not ruler of the universe. It is quite demoralizing actually, you are taken down a notch, and if you happen to be a teetering top dog, it doesn’t just take you down a notch, it destroys the entire latter. Once you hit the bottom, “you are like what the fuck just happened”, the ego has now gone on vacation. But when rejection happens you have to save what little ego you have, before it gets on the plane to Florida. You play it of like its whatever, although you are crying on the inside kicking yourself for even putting yourself out there. You had the Godfather mentality, “you only make offers that no one can refuse”, until you get refused. Then you realize you are not Don Corleone, and that is not a good feeling. That therein lies the essence of rejection.

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