I've had rather a Profound Thought over the last couple of days.
I think my fear of rejection is gone, or at least in remission, or under control. This has come about from the realisation that the only person with which I still have this fear will never reject me. Unless I put an extreme amount of effort into forcing her to do so.
Which I will never do.
Sure, I am going to make her angry or mad or maybe even upset from time to time, and I will have to shut up for a while, maybe five or ten minutes, but she will never actually reject me.
And as for everyone else on the planet, they can do what they want. Reject me, embrace me, or various other options. I would miss my close friends if for whatever reason they left my life, but it's not going to a thing that I fret about endlessly.
Why did I put up with that sort of fear in the past?
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