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So this week, I've been talking about the steps to a relationship. On Monday, it was about the joy someone can bring you. Tuesday, I discussed what we look for in someone else. Today, since I don't have too much experience when it comes to relationships, I'm just going to jump to rejection.
I'm a fatalist, so to me, rejection is a part of every relationship. To the rest of you, it's just something that comes around when you pick the wrong person.
Rejection(and if I'm not the authority, I'm a close second) sucks ass. I know I have faults, so I never ask the person[people] who have rejected me which fault it is that caused the rejection. It's basically someone else not liking AT LEAST one aspect of you. It could be part of your inner you(personality, sense of humour), your outer you(looks, clothing), or your social you(job, money); and in the worst cases, it could be a combination of two of the three, or all three.
And the real kick in the nuts(or the tit, if you're a woman) is rejection only comes when you open yourself up to someone else. You basically put yourself on the sacrificial altar, and you give the other person the dagger with the jewel-encrusted hilt. That person can then decide whether to rescue you, or(like I believe happens every time) drive the dagger into your heart and watch the life seep out of you.
So, even if everything works out for me in this situation I've been harping on about for the past few days, my consciousness, which has experienced all this pain and hurt, thinks that it'll fall apart anyways. However, my heart, which despite everything hasn't shriveled up and died, still believes that this thing I've been harping about will work out, and perhaps last a lifetime.
Hope is so ugly.
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