I once heard this story about a boy. He was really really really happy. He had everything in life, and wasn't even 18 yet. A girlfriend, and they loved each other deeply. A great brilliant carreer in store for him. He was intelligent. Handsome, yadda yadda yadda.
Then one winter there was an ice storm over eastern Canada. Slippery roads, few places still had electricity, etc.
He was returning home for Christmas. A truck lost control and boom! hit his car.
Today, this guy is in a wheelchair, he can hardly move or speak.
And you, SlyDonJuan, you think YOU have it bad because ONE puny little insignificant girl REJECTED your sorry little ASS?
I think you need some perspective. And you need to stop feeling sorry for yourself. We've all been rejected before. It happens. It's not the end of the world. We've all had people hate us before and insult us. So what?
Are you so weak-minded that you'll let these events destroy your life? Maybe you should get in a car accident like I described above to realize how lucky you've been all your life.
Then one winter there was an ice storm over eastern Canada. Slippery roads, few places still had electricity, etc.
He was returning home for Christmas. A truck lost control and boom! hit his car.
Today, this guy is in a wheelchair, he can hardly move or speak.
And you, SlyDonJuan, you think YOU have it bad because ONE puny little insignificant girl REJECTED your sorry little ASS?
I think you need some perspective. And you need to stop feeling sorry for yourself. We've all been rejected before. It happens. It's not the end of the world. We've all had people hate us before and insult us. So what?
Are you so weak-minded that you'll let these events destroy your life? Maybe you should get in a car accident like I described above to realize how lucky you've been all your life.