Growing up, I think I've always had a fear of rejection
. Selling things to people to finance class trips was never fun for me, and asking out girls was probably less likely than me voluntarily jumping into a tank of sharks.
So this last week I asked a girl in my Spanish
class if she'd be interested in going to the hockey
game on Friday. We'd talked a little bit before, chatting between classes, that type of thing, and she seemed really nice. Just someone I wouldn't mind getting to know better.
Well, she said no. It turns out she's seeing someone
. When I think back on it, that isn't that bad. I mean, who am I to be upset because she's in a relationship
, when I'm looking for one? That's extremely hypocritical
in my mind. And so I'm realizing that being rejected
isn't the end of the world. She didn't laugh in my face, I didn't break out in hives, nothing bad happened. I was merely informed that what I proposed wouldn't work. I realize now how many times in the past I was too afraid of being rejected
to take a step out of where I was comfortable