Rejection

I hate rejection.  In fact, I hate it so much that I push people away who I'm afraid will ultimately reject me.  That's why I ultimately admire those who have the guts to suck it up and admit their feelings, even if it means a stinging rebuke.  

At the top of my list of those whom I admire in the face of rejection adversity are the guys who have the misfortune of liking me.  I wish that I could send them all a conciliatory package.  I don't think they would feel as bad if they knew what they were (weren't) missing.  I've given it some thought and I think the package would include the following:

- Unattractive pictures of me (there are many)

- An invitation to spend a few hours with me when I've forgotten to take my Beano before eating Indian food

- A rousing rendition of the entire Music Man collection with my vokills and trombone skills

- The opportunity to go hiking with me and read passages from Walden at all the rest stops

- Videos of me awkwardly dancing

- A nice tofu and lettuce lunch prepared by yours truly 

There are plenty of other things I could provide, however I feel as if these items would be enough to make even the staunchest admirer recoil in horror.   

Justin Vernon of Bon Iver is for those Waldenites among us.  He spent the winter living off the land in a log cabin in Wisconsin.  During this time, he managed to write and record an album that is both musically notable and surprisingly well produced.  I could go camping to this.  In fact, I would love to go camping sometime this spring... anyone want to come?  

Bon Iver- For Emma