During the month of March I was rejected and I rejected.
That's not a typo, what I mean is that there was someone I liked who didn't seem to like me. Rejection.
And there was someone who liked me, but I didn't like him. Rejection.
Is it odd that I found it a lot easier to be rejected than to be the one doing the rejecting?
Maybe because I didn't take responsibility for being rejected. I am who I am, if you don't like me, shame on you. And I figured that I was strong enough to take it.
But it hurt me to know that someone who seemed to really like me, just wasn't my cup of tea and I had to find a kind way of letting him know.
I think this is a Church Girl thing.
We would rather hurt a little than feel as though we're hurting someone else. So we suck up the rejection, while coming up with little stories to tell to reject someone else without making them feel badly.
Or do we make up the stories so WE don't feel bad. I think that's probably closer to the truth.