The only earthly feeling I cannot contain in myself in the feeling of being REJECTED. Forget contain, I can’t even take it!
If I were to associate adjectives to myself, I would choose a plentiful. Before I list them, let me tell you that these are not words chosen by me; these are what I have heard about myself from people who were/ are associated with me in some way or other. Yes, I believe them to be true.
So here it goes… I am a charming, attractive, sexy, beautiful woman. I am considerate, friendly, loving, generous, compassionate, affectionate, romantic, reliable, resourceful, non-judging, thoughtful, empathetic, diligent, hardworking, confident, honest but diplomatic at times, fair-minded, adaptable, amicable kind. I am also imaginative and creative. How can I forget, I love making good conversation. I can get people talking and am a great listener. I am very nice person to be with!
Now, how can you reject such a nice person? Has that happened to me? Yes, it has. I have been rejected at times. I am not discussing rejection in an interview (Well, even that has happened to me just once out of five interviews I ever gave in my life). Such rejection does not bother me. I can very well take it and contain it. Rejections from people you connect with at a heart level, those are bad. Really bad…Though, extremely popular among friends and associates, I have been rejected… a few odd times. I keep wondering what could have gone wrong. It drives me crazy when I don’t find enough reasons… or don’t get a genuine response as an explanation for being rejected.
Was it overdoes of niceness?
How can somebody reject and nice person? (Pun intended)
After the madness has settled, her wickedness takes over!!