The Slap of Rejection

Ok, so today I felt like I did in Junior High when I ran for Vice President....Rejected. I submitted an application to fill an opening on our events committee here at the company I work for. It's just a volunteer thing, but I thought I could use some spare brain cells (since I'm not sure if these people even know that posses them...), and fill up some of my spare time here at work. Alas, Kate Hudson (or the girl that looks just like her) came and tried to break the news gently that they had selected someone else.

I always hate those awkward moments. Someone feels bad and is trying extra hard to be nice, because they don't want to hurt your feelings...and you really don't care all that much but just the awkwardness itself is sort of well...awkward and there's the silence and you overcompensate with faux-cheeriness to act like it's no big deal (which it isn't-but you know there's just this awkwardness, have I already mentioned that it's kind of awkward?). Whew, anyway, I just felt like I wanted to wear a sign that said, "I didn't really care anyway, who cares if you didn't want me."

Nothing like a little rejection to bring out the 12 year old in me.