well rejection is a funny thing its sometimes good and sometimes bad but it always teaches an important life lesson and life lessons are what make life worth living therefore everyone needs rejection and everyone will be rejected.
Roxanne
alterado, no lo soporto, creo que me pesa mas que lo que realmente siento, no la soporto y paradoxicamente la genero, la causo a mis seres mas queridos, contradictoriamente para ser amado, para tenerlos totalmente como seres menores que yo, no la tolero, la rechazo…y la necesito porque soy yo en si mismo.
fer
i once was waling in a land that was full of all the wonders of the world. As i looked around my heart began to ache with desire to posses some of these wondrous objects. i reached out my hand ever so carefully to grasp the fruit sitting in a bowl nearby. As my finger tips brushed the chilled skin of the pear a wrinkled hand shot out from the shadows and claps my wrist firmly.
Reed
Rejection is the hardest thing to accept. No one wants to be rejected because they don’t want to be told that they were not enough. No one wants to be rejected by their crush or from a job interview. Many people don’t want to face it and will do anything to avoid possible rejection.
The girl gathered all her courage to tell the boy her feelings, knowing very well that she may be hit with rejection, followed by heartache and despair. She knew she had to do it; it was either taking the chance or regretting for the rest of her life.
Rejection is something everyone hates more then anything in the world. Rejection happens to everyone, somehow, someway. Even the most popular people get rejected somehow.
Ash
I am tired of this feeling of rejection from men in general. I cannot seem to find my life partner and wonder what it is I am doing wrong.
Mary Lou Wynegar
its painful. its dreaded. no one, no matter how stiff their upper lip may seem, takes it lightly. it brings you down, even in the best of times. also see “no”
Jessica
Rejection doesn’t kill. It maims. Horribly disfigures your psyche and self-worth. You shrivel into a tiny ball of nothingness. The world is darker.
Susan
No, no, no, NO!
It was rejection in its purest form. It’s most violent form. It’s most cutting form. She would cry, but that would make her seem weak, and she could not let that happen. Not with his face right there, not with his sullen eyes asking for forgiveness. She would show him forgiveness in the face of brutal rejection.
is when you can’t breath because of the feeling of not being enough. they just disappoint you again and again. you feel lonely and sad. you think you are useless and not enough for anyone.
Jenny
Doesn’t one cringe at the utterance of the word? No force seems more malignant, no obstacle seems to require more resolve than the fear of rejection.
rejected. thats what i got today. rejection. a lovely comfort. im so used to it that its like a tapestry hanging on my wall or another entry in my journal. rejection.
the narcane sent convulsing shocks through her tiered limp limbs. her body struggling against the wilfullness of its unwanted awakening, fighting chemical against chemical, she knew it was a hopless battle. the ambulance officer on his back and her hands gripped around his neck, pulling him closer “I reject you” she spat.
It hurt. It hurt a lot. He told me about the other girl. The one he was chasing.
I told him I was happy for him, and encouraged him to go after her, telling him to never give up, but as he walked away, I found myself throwing the flowers I got for him in the trash can.
Alisha
I remember the first sting of rejection. Telling a girl I liked her only to have her brush me off and walk away.
“You’re just a child. You don’t even know the difference.”
I wonder what she would think of me now, some almost 20 years later. I wonder if I tracked her down, would she still think I’m a child? I’m sure I could handle the sting again much better than the first time.
Rejection: a universal fear. Everyone has displayed reluctance in the face of rejection. Fear of it is the most persistent parasite that plagues us all.
Audine
Rejection. Rejection is a bad thing.Sometimes it is better to reject than accept (thanks madilynn.)
STOP PROTESTING!
he’d given her the rejection hotline. Mara stared open-mouthed at her cellphone, her wrist dangling limply to display her disgust. of all the ass-faced, shitty-mannered things to do — the rejection hotline? he could have at least just said no. it didn’t take much, those two little letters, but men always found a reason to humiliate her instead. Mara huffed her bangs out of her eyes and squeezed her face into a pout. at least it would make a good story for the girls’ night out tonight.
August
I stood in stunned silence, the ring of the slap I had given him still buzzing in the air. I looked out the window and saw her outside, waiting in the car. It was snowing and she was beautiful, dark hair curled gently under a red velvet hat. How long had this been going on?
S. Mason
I rejected you. No intentionally, but still your heart bears wounds. You took my friendliness as flirtation and gave way to your inner fantasies, just waiting for the right moment. You thought of my lips and how they would feel against yours, how my hands would feel against your naked body. You allowed my sent of warm gingerbread, to invade and disarm you and ignored who i was smiling at. You waited and drank and watched me laugh and smile, waiting patiently like a gentlemen, for the right moment. We sang happy birthday and laughed at moments that only drunks find humorous and you stood next to me and smiled. You sang and you laughed. You waited. You ignored how he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, and how i smiled at him. You didn’t see how he walked to the bathroom, how he turned and looked at me. How i smiled and ran to follow him. You looked for me, worried. You ignored the fact that when you found me, my lips were blotchy and red and I kept looking past you, I kept looking for him. You kept thinking of your fantasies, smelling my warm scent and causally touching my arm, smiling my way and laughing with me, waiting patiently until you found us on the couch. You found his lips on my neck and my hands through his hair. You yelled at him later, over stupid things that only drunk people yell about and i knew that i had hurt you. I knew i had rejected you and i wanted to say I’m sorry but i really like him.
lilldeh
She gasped violently in her sobs, tangling her fingers in her hair and clutching it with them, clinging to her hope to God that he would reconsider. She would die without him. She would.
Allison
I pushed down the syringe, the blood mixed with antidote, the cure. My breathing shallow, I wait for it to take effect. I prey for it. Then I feel sick, ill and my stomach is erupting. I empty my stomach on the floor, then collapse. I cry for I know I have no chance at life now. My body has rejected my only hope.
Eric Purcell
Ouch. Usually the beginning stage of loneliness. A hard word to write about just a few days before Christmas. Though I know that it is unavoidable, I hope that I have not been the inspiration for others’ feelings of rejection. Ouch.
n8
Oh the fear of rejection. It washes over me like salty water, like ice cold water, like clear blue water. It invades my senses and over powers me until i scream for mercy.
lilldeh
Nobody likes to think about rejection, least of all myself. I’m only human. And a young female human at that, perhaps particularly prone to fear of being rejected by anyone. Potential suitors, professors (in regards to work), friends, family, parents especially. I don’t want to be rejected. I want to be accepted for who I am, in all my strengths and in all my flaws and weaknesses.
Kayleigh
You allow it to happen to yourself.
Deal with the childhood shit – yes we all have it – and then build your cathedral from the inside out – and don’t forget to dedicate it to the most important person in your life. Yeah that’s right – YOU!
When you have that much going on it will be a matter of indifference whether people choose to enter beyond the facade or whether they just see the thuggy guy with a shit job standing on the door, or whatever it is that you don’t like about yourself – again we all have it.
Look forward to spending time with yourself doing whatever it is that gets you going and soon people will be queuing to get in on it. Just remember to give them the benefit of the doubt – you’re safe now.
what is there to say about rejection? it hurts. it’s necessary. R:Ejection. it’s like feng shui. let’s make space for what we really want. i’m so down for this. so i love rejection. there. is that 60 secs?
m*
Like the thing that woman did. She laughed so hard in that guy’s face I could see tears starting to form over the grey shadows of his eyebags.
And rejection is what society does to me every time I pin my hopes on a new and better life.
Ouch.
Repeated rejection? Ouch ouch ouch.
Ooh, the word twists my stomach. Every time I see his eyes look away….rejection. Another knot tied in my stomach.
Every time he looks at her and smiles….I’m on the floor writhing in pain.
Meg
I sat on the chair, wondering how anyone could have said that to me. Was she serious? Had she meant it to be a joke? Storming out afterward lead me to believe the former, but for some reason, I had hope. A dim flicker of hope struggling to thrive in my chest, but hope all the same. We weren’t enemies. She still loved me.
Oh man, rejection SUCKS. BIG TIME!!!!! You just feel so stupid and worthless… It happens a lot when you join a new activity and all the other people already have their groups of friends and no one will include Or maybe just because you arent very outgoing, they will ignore you. What sucks the most though is whn people actually say to you “GO AWAY” or something along those lines. It makes you want to cry. I felt a bit of rejection today actually. We were doing a group project in a class, and one of my best friends had called everyone in the group of like 8 people to figure out what we were gonna do for our project… except me. She totally forgot one of her own best friends. Doesnt really make me feel so great…. idk if thats rejection or just ignorance, but it hurts just the same. like WOW I SEE HOW MUCH YOU CARE ABOUT OUR FRIENDSHIP. i mean, its not THAT big of a deal… but just WOW.
Rejection is too common of a feeling for me to get so upset about it all the time. I do anyway though. Maybe I should build up some form of immunity. I could take regular doses of rejection every day.
Rejection is too common of a feeling for me to get so upset about it all the time. I do anyway though. Maybe if I built up some form of immunity. I could take regular doses of rejection every day.
I don’t know how to process this. You lay it all out, place your heart on the line, for the first time ever. The irony is almost poetic. The girl who crushes hearts is vulnerable for the first time and she gets danced on…lead on… used. Desired my attention but not my affection. And now… her? Begs the question why…why not me? Why her? Why now? What does she have that I lack? Or… perhaps I’m too much woman for you. Maybe you don’t have the passion, the power, the strength to control a fiery redhead woman. The unpredictable one. The unsafe one. The one who throws tantrums, wild parties and casts spells on mens hearts. Yes… perhaps rejection was a form of flattery…
Juls
Rejection is a feeling that is very hurtful because people dont usually like being rejected especially by the people they love/like. We should do our best not to reject people or at least do it in a unhurtful way. Rejection is like someone ripped your heart to pieces.
N.Ahmed
It’s horrible. That awful sinking feeling; like you’ve wasted so much time and energy for nothing. I do believe, however, that everything happens for a reason. Rejection may feel terrible at the time, but it will only take you further on a path to greater things.
The root of all my fears; the thing that debilitates me like nothing else, my life is forming around it, I’m accepting a subpar version of myself, don’t bother applying to that job, they won’t accept you, don’t ask that girl out, she’s far more attractive than you, don’t tell your father you love him; he probably doesn’t give a fuck.
Bound to – . Bound to – for fear. Bound to – for fear of. Bound to – for fear of rejection. Bound to you.
well rejection is a funny thing its sometimes good and sometimes bad but it always teaches an important life lesson and life lessons are what make life worth living therefore everyone needs rejection and everyone will be rejected.
alterado, no lo soporto, creo que me pesa mas que lo que realmente siento, no la soporto y paradoxicamente la genero, la causo a mis seres mas queridos, contradictoriamente para ser amado, para tenerlos totalmente como seres menores que yo, no la tolero, la rechazo…y la necesito porque soy yo en si mismo.
i once was waling in a land that was full of all the wonders of the world. As i looked around my heart began to ache with desire to posses some of these wondrous objects. i reached out my hand ever so carefully to grasp the fruit sitting in a bowl nearby. As my finger tips brushed the chilled skin of the pear a wrinkled hand shot out from the shadows and claps my wrist firmly.
Rejection is the hardest thing to accept. No one wants to be rejected because they don’t want to be told that they were not enough. No one wants to be rejected by their crush or from a job interview. Many people don’t want to face it and will do anything to avoid possible rejection.
The girl gathered all her courage to tell the boy her feelings, knowing very well that she may be hit with rejection, followed by heartache and despair. She knew she had to do it; it was either taking the chance or regretting for the rest of her life.
Rejection is something everyone hates more then anything in the world. Rejection happens to everyone, somehow, someway. Even the most popular people get rejected somehow.
I am tired of this feeling of rejection from men in general. I cannot seem to find my life partner and wonder what it is I am doing wrong.
its painful. its dreaded. no one, no matter how stiff their upper lip may seem, takes it lightly. it brings you down, even in the best of times. also see “no”
Rejection doesn’t kill. It maims. Horribly disfigures your psyche and self-worth. You shrivel into a tiny ball of nothingness. The world is darker.
No, no, no, NO!
It was rejection in its purest form. It’s most violent form. It’s most cutting form. She would cry, but that would make her seem weak, and she could not let that happen. Not with his face right there, not with his sullen eyes asking for forgiveness. She would show him forgiveness in the face of brutal rejection.
is when you can’t breath because of the feeling of not being enough. they just disappoint you again and again. you feel lonely and sad. you think you are useless and not enough for anyone.
Doesn’t one cringe at the utterance of the word? No force seems more malignant, no obstacle seems to require more resolve than the fear of rejection.
pain.
rejected. thats what i got today. rejection. a lovely comfort. im so used to it that its like a tapestry hanging on my wall or another entry in my journal. rejection.
the narcane sent convulsing shocks through her tiered limp limbs. her body struggling against the wilfullness of its unwanted awakening, fighting chemical against chemical, she knew it was a hopless battle. the ambulance officer on his back and her hands gripped around his neck, pulling him closer “I reject you” she spat.
It hurt. It hurt a lot. He told me about the other girl. The one he was chasing.
I told him I was happy for him, and encouraged him to go after her, telling him to never give up, but as he walked away, I found myself throwing the flowers I got for him in the trash can.
I remember the first sting of rejection. Telling a girl I liked her only to have her brush me off and walk away.
“You’re just a child. You don’t even know the difference.”
I wonder what she would think of me now, some almost 20 years later. I wonder if I tracked her down, would she still think I’m a child? I’m sure I could handle the sting again much better than the first time.
Rejection: a universal fear. Everyone has displayed reluctance in the face of rejection. Fear of it is the most persistent parasite that plagues us all.
Rejection. Rejection is a bad thing.Sometimes it is better to reject than accept (thanks madilynn.)
STOP PROTESTING!
he’d given her the rejection hotline. Mara stared open-mouthed at her cellphone, her wrist dangling limply to display her disgust. of all the ass-faced, shitty-mannered things to do — the rejection hotline? he could have at least just said no. it didn’t take much, those two little letters, but men always found a reason to humiliate her instead. Mara huffed her bangs out of her eyes and squeezed her face into a pout. at least it would make a good story for the girls’ night out tonight.
I stood in stunned silence, the ring of the slap I had given him still buzzing in the air. I looked out the window and saw her outside, waiting in the car. It was snowing and she was beautiful, dark hair curled gently under a red velvet hat. How long had this been going on?
I rejected you. No intentionally, but still your heart bears wounds. You took my friendliness as flirtation and gave way to your inner fantasies, just waiting for the right moment. You thought of my lips and how they would feel against yours, how my hands would feel against your naked body. You allowed my sent of warm gingerbread, to invade and disarm you and ignored who i was smiling at. You waited and drank and watched me laugh and smile, waiting patiently like a gentlemen, for the right moment. We sang happy birthday and laughed at moments that only drunks find humorous and you stood next to me and smiled. You sang and you laughed. You waited. You ignored how he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, and how i smiled at him. You didn’t see how he walked to the bathroom, how he turned and looked at me. How i smiled and ran to follow him. You looked for me, worried. You ignored the fact that when you found me, my lips were blotchy and red and I kept looking past you, I kept looking for him. You kept thinking of your fantasies, smelling my warm scent and causally touching my arm, smiling my way and laughing with me, waiting patiently until you found us on the couch. You found his lips on my neck and my hands through his hair. You yelled at him later, over stupid things that only drunk people yell about and i knew that i had hurt you. I knew i had rejected you and i wanted to say I’m sorry but i really like him.
She gasped violently in her sobs, tangling her fingers in her hair and clutching it with them, clinging to her hope to God that he would reconsider. She would die without him. She would.
I pushed down the syringe, the blood mixed with antidote, the cure. My breathing shallow, I wait for it to take effect. I prey for it. Then I feel sick, ill and my stomach is erupting. I empty my stomach on the floor, then collapse. I cry for I know I have no chance at life now. My body has rejected my only hope.
Ouch. Usually the beginning stage of loneliness. A hard word to write about just a few days before Christmas. Though I know that it is unavoidable, I hope that I have not been the inspiration for others’ feelings of rejection. Ouch.
Oh the fear of rejection. It washes over me like salty water, like ice cold water, like clear blue water. It invades my senses and over powers me until i scream for mercy.
Nobody likes to think about rejection, least of all myself. I’m only human. And a young female human at that, perhaps particularly prone to fear of being rejected by anyone. Potential suitors, professors (in regards to work), friends, family, parents especially. I don’t want to be rejected. I want to be accepted for who I am, in all my strengths and in all my flaws and weaknesses.
You allow it to happen to yourself.
Deal with the childhood shit – yes we all have it – and then build your cathedral from the inside out – and don’t forget to dedicate it to the most important person in your life. Yeah that’s right – YOU!
When you have that much going on it will be a matter of indifference whether people choose to enter beyond the facade or whether they just see the thuggy guy with a shit job standing on the door, or whatever it is that you don’t like about yourself – again we all have it.
Look forward to spending time with yourself doing whatever it is that gets you going and soon people will be queuing to get in on it. Just remember to give them the benefit of the doubt – you’re safe now.
what is there to say about rejection? it hurts. it’s necessary. R:Ejection. it’s like feng shui. let’s make space for what we really want. i’m so down for this. so i love rejection. there. is that 60 secs?
Like the thing that woman did. She laughed so hard in that guy’s face I could see tears starting to form over the grey shadows of his eyebags.
And rejection is what society does to me every time I pin my hopes on a new and better life.
Ouch.
Repeated rejection? Ouch ouch ouch.
Ooh, the word twists my stomach. Every time I see his eyes look away….rejection. Another knot tied in my stomach.
Every time he looks at her and smiles….I’m on the floor writhing in pain.
I sat on the chair, wondering how anyone could have said that to me. Was she serious? Had she meant it to be a joke? Storming out afterward lead me to believe the former, but for some reason, I had hope. A dim flicker of hope struggling to thrive in my chest, but hope all the same. We weren’t enemies. She still loved me.
Oh man, rejection SUCKS. BIG TIME!!!!! You just feel so stupid and worthless… It happens a lot when you join a new activity and all the other people already have their groups of friends and no one will include Or maybe just because you arent very outgoing, they will ignore you. What sucks the most though is whn people actually say to you “GO AWAY” or something along those lines. It makes you want to cry. I felt a bit of rejection today actually. We were doing a group project in a class, and one of my best friends had called everyone in the group of like 8 people to figure out what we were gonna do for our project… except me. She totally forgot one of her own best friends. Doesnt really make me feel so great…. idk if thats rejection or just ignorance, but it hurts just the same. like WOW I SEE HOW MUCH YOU CARE ABOUT OUR FRIENDSHIP. i mean, its not THAT big of a deal… but just WOW.
Rejection is too common of a feeling for me to get so upset about it all the time. I do anyway though. Maybe I should build up some form of immunity. I could take regular doses of rejection every day.
Rejection is too common of a feeling for me to get so upset about it all the time. I do anyway though. Maybe if I built up some form of immunity. I could take regular doses of rejection every day.
I don’t know how to process this. You lay it all out, place your heart on the line, for the first time ever. The irony is almost poetic. The girl who crushes hearts is vulnerable for the first time and she gets danced on…lead on… used. Desired my attention but not my affection. And now… her? Begs the question why…why not me? Why her? Why now? What does she have that I lack? Or… perhaps I’m too much woman for you. Maybe you don’t have the passion, the power, the strength to control a fiery redhead woman. The unpredictable one. The unsafe one. The one who throws tantrums, wild parties and casts spells on mens hearts. Yes… perhaps rejection was a form of flattery…
Rejection is a feeling that is very hurtful because people dont usually like being rejected especially by the people they love/like. We should do our best not to reject people or at least do it in a unhurtful way. Rejection is like someone ripped your heart to pieces.
It’s horrible. That awful sinking feeling; like you’ve wasted so much time and energy for nothing. I do believe, however, that everything happens for a reason. Rejection may feel terrible at the time, but it will only take you further on a path to greater things.
The root of all my fears; the thing that debilitates me like nothing else, my life is forming around it, I’m accepting a subpar version of myself, don’t bother applying to that job, they won’t accept you, don’t ask that girl out, she’s far more attractive than you, don’t tell your father you love him; he probably doesn’t give a fuck.