When life gives you lemons, commit suicide.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would be this difficult.."

 "Don’t worry about it. I’ve had enough easy goodbyes in my life…I’m honored to finally have a difficult one."

Ahh, sweet rejection. If there’s one pleasant thing I can say about it, in general, as a man, its that to a certain extent it can be seen as something of a statistical certainty, and while others, particularly women, are torn completely asunder by the experience, a man generally expects a rejection or two to occur from time to time, otherwise he isn’t aspiring to reach his full seductive potential. There are, I think, two forms of rejection– the first, and most common I imagine, simply due to it’s relative ease, is the rejection of a person’s surface-level composition; a woman sizing up and ignoring a stranger hitting on her in the bar because he dresses like a goon, a man not returning eye contact to the grossly overweight woman trying to bait his interest, and so forth. Such rejections are the most common among men, and indeed the easiest to endure and get over. The other kind of rejection, however, runs a bit deeper, and can be a bit more difficult to choke down. First impressions and surface-level perceptions aside, the rejection of one’s genuine nature, as perceived after getting to know an individual, is a rejection that can come long after initial barriers are broken. It’s when a woman finally sees her husband for the drunken loser that he is; when a man can no longer stomach the constant nagging and emotional bullshit his woman puts him through.

The important thing to remember, I think, is that while one might fail to meet another’s eccentric and alien standards, the fault is theirs, despite having to suffer the consequences…and should you find yourself in a position of rejection, while still grappling with the sentiment of attachment, remember that significance between two individuals is only present if there is an equilibrium between the two. One person claiming significance for a relationship of two, while the other sees no such significance…is a permanent philosophical lie, brought on by a temporary emotional reaction.