I wish I took rejection better. I’ve certainly had enough experience with it. But even at 42, my feelings are hurt easily and, even though I should know better by now, I take it very personally and fall into my usual pattern of wondering what’s wrong with me and questioning why I don’t make the cut with some people. I usually answer those questions myself with a long list of faults and flaws that lead me to wondering how I managed to establish, and maintain, any relationships in my life at all, and what the shelf life is of those relationships that are still functioning on some level.
I can be surrounded by friends and loved ones, but one act of rejection still can knock me into a self deprecating spiral.
Maybe that’s why I love dogs so much. All I have to do to feel like a #1 with them is walk in the room.