Dealing with rejection

It’s amazing how people deal with rejection. Twice in my life I’ve been rejected, now I think I’m stumbling on the third. The first one was when I was in love with a strapping lad, he obviously must have thought I was far too young, not pretty and completely immature in terms of sleepovers and other nefarious things men and women do. I never told him that I was miserably in love with him but my well-meaning friends without my permission decided to let him know. Apparently the man turned pink, flapped his arms, widened his sockets and declared that he only thought of me as a friend. Classic lines.
Anyway it was a bit awkward after that but I moved on, learnt to swallow my embarrassment and hide the pain that he was causing.

The second rejection came in the form of a good friend who started acting a bit strange. Most of my friends were sure that he liked me so I tried to get him to say something, anything even though I didn’t like him all that much. Even after much pushing and prodding he still refused to blurt out so I took it as rejection No 2 and moved on with life.

The third is much like the second. The guy was acting weird but nothing has happened, I gave him subtle hints but it still hasn’t worked so I guess I’ll just leave it be and move on.

This brings me to the next topic on rejection. People who can’t get over rejection. As you may have noticed I’m the type who moves on super fast simply because I think anything that doesn’t happen quickly is a waste of time, energy and dignity so I can’t understand people who simply refuse to move on with life. I mean seriously isn’t it better to pounce on another girl or guy than to sit around waiting for your true love to realize, most often they realize that ‘YOU’ obviously are not ‘THE ONE’.

So I have my crippling crushes, intoxicating infatuations and crazy mind-boggling love interests but if they don’t want me I take it all back with my dignity intact and lavish it on someone else… worthwhile.

Oh not another one…

I have to get this out. Off my chest and onto my blog. I have told countless people about it but I don’t think anyone cares because my feelings are so fickle.

Well I like this guy in my religion.

I like him because I saw a different side of him the last couple of weeks. He’s been very sweet, helpful and caring towards children and elderly people. He has far more patience than I do. He’s also very sincere and tells you exactly what he thinks instead of trying to make impressions. I used to think he was irresponsible but I was proved wrong. People respect him. Plus we share the same interests, similar music tastes and laugh at the same stupid jokes. He’s also been through a couple of experiences like me before he decided to change his path in life so I guess that counts. I do want to get to know him better but the question is, does he like me?

Oh I don’t know! He’s ignoring me since of late and that makes me sad. He has also not exactly displayed any signs of a guy having a crush on me would normally display.

Patience… I guess should be cultivated?

Learning something new

I’ve been attending the District Conventions and other assemblies for ages because I was born and brought up in the same religion. Even though people would immediately think that it’s boring I have always enjoyed them… actually the ones when guilt didn’t churn up my insides. So it was no surprise that I looked forward to this years one. The convention was truly a breath of fresh air. An escape. A journey. An experience. A treasure.

An escape

I’m sick of people who are selfish, who are arrogant, who have no respect for life, who smoke weed and drink till they are unconscious, who think swearing is cool and possess a  vocabulary filled with obscenities, who think living together before marriage is a good thing, who view porn because they can’t find anything better to do with their awful meaningless existence and many other people whom I meet everyday. I’m sad and at the same time glad that I’m not part of it. I was but not anymore. That is why the convention is my escape. Escape from this harmful world. Escape from the clutches of drug induced euphoria and sex-craving maniacs.

A journey

It’s wonderful being amongst people, who truly want to serve God, adhere to his principles and be completely governed by him. It has also being a self-examination, looking for ways I could improve, after all I’m imperfect too. As I sat there and listened to everything that was said I realized that everyone has trials and tribulations, so we should reach out and help one another. This definitely strengthens my resolve to serve my God and be amongst his people. So my journey begins.

An experience

The people are wonderful; I’m not saying that they’re devoid of imperfections. They are dressed modestly, in a manner that brings reverence to God instead of so called Christians who parade in their underwear at most churches. They don’t swear, instead they speak kindly and with respect. People work to time, they take their assignments seriously and put much effort into it and everything is orderly without brawls but with good camaraderie and enlightening conversations.

A treasure

A couple of years ago when I thought I knew best and followed my own path in life I found friends who have now abandoned me, a career that doesn’t bring lasting happiness and heartaches that weren’t necessary. Now that I am back and trying to work on my spirituality I realize what a treasure and safeguard my religion is so I’m going to make sure I follow God’s word to the best of my ability.