Effort

I try so hard to be fun and loving and understanding and accepting and...good, I guess. I have been making a concerted effort at improving my own self-esteem lately, and as a result felt fairly confident that my invitation would not be declined. I guess I felt like I was at least worthy of a chance. And to make it worse, I allowed myself to get attached to that idea. I allowed myself to think of the possibilities. I allowed myself to get my hopes up.

Turns out, someone in this world does not agree with me. He did not see fit to even reply to my invitation. Not even rejection. What does that mean? To be lower than rejection? Well, the answer doesn't really matter. It is only in his opinion that I am that low.

I still think I'm fabulous.