Getting stood up has to be one of the worst feelings in the world. It’s utterly emasculating and shaming. Your immediate response is rage. Rage is easy, rage blinds you from having to dealing with any fallout. The violence that you feel is backed by righteous indignation. How dare she? Who the fuck does she think she is? Fuck her!
And it’s a shitty thing to do. Text, call, send a carrier pigeon, I don’t give a damn, just give any sort of signal. Getting rejected is fucking terrible. You would think that it gets easier with time, but it really doesn’t.
And as much as you want to get over it, you never really do. If that’s ever happened to you, it stays with you. It’s a bitter pill that stays buried in your chest, and it poisons your view of the opposite sex. That was the way it was, for a long time.
People being terrible for no reason to you will always hurt. It’s a deep sort of hurt, because you get no explanation, you have no idea why, and the anger and shame it causes is justified. What I will say though, is that it gets easier with maturity.
I’ve never been scared in my life to say ‘no’. Like I’ve said before, if I have a bad date, worst case scenario I laugh it off and maybe write about it. If a girl has a bad date, worst case scenario she’s raped and murdered. That stark difference there should be concern for everyone, but the fact of the matter is that the stakes are just different. If for whatever reason I gave off a stalker vibe, then yeah, by all means, ditch me. I’m 99.9% sure I didn’t give that off, but hey, I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt.
Either way though, that shit eats at you. It’s one of those experiences that doesn’t come away from your memory. You can try to drown it out, but it stays there, and honestly, for a little bit that really poisoned my perception of the opposite sex. And here’s my cure for it—
Let it go.
Let that shit go.
I’m not saying it’s easy, I’m not saying it’ll happen overnight, but the sooner you let that bitterness, that toxic little pill in your gut, the better off you’ll be. And I guess that can apply to anything shitty that happens to you unprovoked. There will never be a short supply of assholes, but the minute you let them make you a fellow asshole is when you’ve truly lost. It took me way too long to figure that out, and as soon as I did, I became a lot happier, and a better person. So in the words of Kat’s gay trainer, make like Elsa and let it go.
Plus, you have to remember, she’s the one that’s missing out. I’m absolutely delightful.
