Martin Page wrote a brilliant book, The Discreet Pleasures of Rejection, that I need to reread, and I'm not a rereader. Rejection seems to be running rampant these days, can't get a job, can't get a date (to the point that I'm beginning to question my gay-dar) can't get the job I quit to stop calling (that is the opposite of rejection, though it is the rejection of my free thought) and I need a reminder to how awesome rejection is.
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