The many small rejections of everyday — a sarcastic smile, a flippant remark, a brisk denial or a bitter silence — may all be quite innocent, hardly worth our attention if they did not constantly arouse our basic human fear of being left totally alone with ‘darkness [as our] one companion”
– Henri Nouwen
I am afraid of rejection. This is evident in many of my social interactions with others, and is based primarily on past wounds — rejections real or imagined. I anticipate rejection and, to an extent, I have embraced it. I look at others and roll my eyes, expecting them not to understand me. By embracing rejection, I reject others as a means of defense. I will reject you before you have the chance to reject me. I hate this, and strive to change.