Today featured three micro-rejections.
Well, that’s not quite true: once upon a time, all three would have qualified as big. But today, none feels that big. Two, by women in a sexual context. One, by a woman in a non-sexual context.
Once upon a time, there would have been a clear course of action that followed a wound to my narcissism like any one of the three rejections I suffered today: I would act out sexually. Most likely, by calling a massage parlor and booking a handjob. Right now. (I had the time.)
If all three happened? I’d be sent into a tailspin, descend into a vortex.
But not today.
Today? I aimed for a coffee shop and sat down and wrote.
And I have to say, I think I wrote pretty well, pretty productively. So there’s that.
Plus, I have a smile on my face. While each of the rejections stung – I’m not capable of receiving a rejection and not being stung – the sting was more like that of a gnat than that of a hornet.