Sorry, But...

Nothing stings like rejection. It saps a bit of confidence every time it happens, no matter how self-assured we are or how many rationalizations we can make for the cast-off. Back when credit cards required references and a security clearance, I was rejected for a card. ouch. Of course, there are a lot more painful types of rejections today: the company softball team, relationships (both physical and emotional), occupational possibilities, and even babies who won't stop crying.
Somehow, it always seems like we have been exposed as a sham when these "don't call us, we'll call you" moments come our way. Perhaps the most painful part is our self-assurance of success before the door is slammed in our faces. Having finished a great interview only to realize that we were the only ones to think it was great...
As I get older, though, I realize that rejection is a constant in life. We seldom get exactly what we want from others when we want it. What makes us pick ourselves up and get back at it, trying to avoid whatever it was that caused our initial rejection?
If I knew, I'd write a book.
Oh yeah, I tried that once...it got rejected by ten publishers.
Don't call us...