Jake Frackson – How to be Ecstatic about Rejection
That attempted sensitivity in the apology. That choking sound of nonacceptance. That guttural contraction of rejection. When a rejection letter is received, it’s never initially a calculated and reasoned response; more accurately, it’s a longing for ecstasy. Ecstasy, in this context, meaning its intended definition: an out of body experience.
It’s flight in its purest form. When people are faced with things that appear subjectively insurmountable, they turn away — away from the rejection, and away from themselves. Often, it’s because it feels like a fracture. One continuous story has been interrupted, and the only way to fix it is to hum along until it resets. But sadly, it won’t — and maybe that’s for the best.
Routine, it would appear, has become the bane of humanity’s existence. Humans are constantly choosing the road more traveled, and frankly, this is for the worse. Life, in many of its facets, has become a game of follow the leader. There is one road to becoming a high school graduate, there is one road to becoming a pre-med student, there is one road to becoming a doctor. Conscious of the necessities of standards, the scope has become claustrophobically narrow. And maybe that’s why rejection stings so much.
If students were entirely honest with themselves, and properly understood the logistics of gaining whatever particular job they desired, rejection would not be so upsetting. Upsetting, in this sense, meaning also its
It’s flight in its purest form. When people are faced with things that appear subjectively insurmountable, they turn away — away from the rejection, and away from themselves. Often, it’s because it feels like a fracture. One continuous story has been interrupted, and the only way to fix it is to hum along until it resets. But sadly, it won’t — and maybe that’s for the best.
Routine, it would appear, has become the bane of humanity’s existence. Humans are constantly choosing the road more traveled, and frankly, this is for the worse. Life, in many of its facets, has become a game of follow the leader. There is one road to becoming a high school graduate, there is one road to becoming a pre-med student, there is one road to becoming a doctor. Conscious of the necessities of standards, the scope has become claustrophobically narrow. And maybe that’s why rejection stings so much.
If students were entirely honest with themselves, and properly understood the logistics of gaining whatever particular job they desired, rejection would not be so upsetting. Upsetting, in this sense, meaning also its