“The fear of rejection feels worse than the reality.” I respectfully beg to differ. But we can survive the rejection. It’s like food poisoning. You feel fragile and like utter shit, and you don’t want anyone to touch or look at you for about three days, but then you wake up, open the curtains, see the sun, and realize you want to eat ramen and see how much water weight you lost while you were languishing. To make myself feel better after the Cavendish Arms, I go see Crazy Rich Asians and quietly eat chocolate malt balls.
