The topic today is rejection. We've all been through it, whether from that new job you've been pining for, or that college you really wanted to get into. No matter which form it takes, rejection sucks. You'd think that we'd be used to it by now after hundreds of years of all sorts of rejection: society rejecting people or ideas, populations rejecting monarchs and dictators, rebels rejecting conformity, and finally, men and women rejecting those that love them.
Its a cruel world out there.
That statement has never been more true to me than it is right now. As old readers may know, last year (or the year before, hard to keep up with myself these days) I fell in what I thought was love for the first time...and i got rejected...hard.
Well now, looking back I can clearly see that that was in fact not love but merely "like" and I would soon overcome the large crush. I am able to see clearly now because this time, in my junior year of high school, at the ripe age of seventeen, I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE!
This would really be something to rejoice about had it not been for the fact that the guy I love, the object of my affection has made it abundantly clear that the feelings are not reciprocated. It would not seem so bad if this guy, this one true love of mine, had not been leading me on for months: holding my hand for extended periods of time and, one many occasions, attempting to kiss me. And boy I would have let him kiss me too if the moment weren't always ruined by unwanted interruptions.
the one upside to all of this, at least nothing happened between us. At least I found out how he really feels about me ( though there is a chance it isn't true because his friends tell me he talks about me all the time, even now) before I made a fool of myself.
High School Blows Doesn't it?
