The Art of Rejection

Practice makes perfect. That’s a line you’ll hear often to describe a wide assortment of activities in your life. What people don’t say though, is that practice can happen against your will. All practice means is getting better at something through repetitiveness – so if you do something often enough, or if something happens to you often enough, you will inevitably get better at said thing. That’s why you can become a master artist when it comes to rejection.

Being rejected sucks. Whether it be by a job you really wanted or a person you would enjoy dating, rejection is a feeling that lingers and gnaws. For me personally, I try to look on the bright side of being rejected because let’s be honest, if you don’t start looking on the bright side of a soul sucking activity that happens to you often, you won’t be around for very much longer.

A thought I try to keep close to me is that you can’t be rejected unless you try, and you can’t try without at least a tiny bit of courage, and that courage is at the very least something to take solace in when you are listing to “Love is a Battlefield” on repeat in your bed.

At least you had the guts to do something. Granted rejection now presents itself like a movie you’ve seen a million times before, but god dammit you pressed play.

I tend to use the same mantra every time this happens to me. I allow myself to be upset for 12 conscious hours. No more, no less. It’s just enough time for me to feel like the world is falling apart and then subsequently pick the world off the ground and put it back on my shoulders where it belongs. Then, once the world is securely fastened, I remember that I’m awesome.

Every time someone says no, I make myself a better person. Every time the world kicks me in the crotch, both literally and figuratively, I find a way to be a more well rounded and driven individual. Every time I get my hopes up that this time will be different only to be crushed by a reality boot, I remember that no one else is going to work harder to make me better than I will.

Because one day, If I work hard enough and put enough effort into making myself the best god damn human being I can be, I will be on top of the mountain. And to make it incredibly clear, I’m not climbing for you. I’m not climbing because of something you said, or something that you did – I’m climbing for me, because when push comes to shove and brass meets bone I am the only one who can truly make myself happier for being here.

I’m awesome. I know I’m awesome, and I don’t care if the rest of the world ever figures that out. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it’s true, and that’s all that matters.

Plus, I really enjoy the song Love is a Battlefield.


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