It's true that some of us don't take rejection well, and others don't take bee stings well, or peanuts, or poison ivy, while others are immune.

Emotional injury is still an injury. It can be like stubbing your toe or like breaking a finger, but it can also be like losing an eye. Even a small injury, repeated enough, can result in permanent damage.

So, as you say, some people can handle rejection and some can't. My soul is crusted over by so many layers of rejection that I can't feel anything else. After many years of therapy I can finally describe it. But I can't handle any more rejection.

Someone I worked with, and dated long enough to know it wasn't working, I wanted out.

I was stalked, and got to hear that movie line : "if I can't have you, no one will", a few days before he came to my house with a rifle - I stayed silent and pretended not to be home, while he talked to himself on the porch for about 45 (VERY long) minutes - then finally left ... fun times those were, ah yes.

Fortunately, reason, my boss, (and the police), intervened before I was snuffed out !

I've asked a few men out for dinner. The ones that ghost me...eh, no big deal. Better was the one that declined and did so politely. I have had quite the opposite. I've been stalked a couple times and my ex tried to kill me. Nothing is that bad and no one will ever bother me by saying no.

Yeah. When I was 18, I had a male roommate but was involved in a long distance relationship. My roommate and I got along very well. He suddenly and unexpectedly moved out for no apparent reason.

I moved back to the area a year or so later married, and tried to look up my old roommate but could only find his brother. Not realizing who I was, his brother explained that the woman my old roommate was in love with had run off with someone else and before long, he had hanged himself. I knew he was talking about me from the details he gave, but my old roommate had never mentioned such feelings to me and apparently I was not paying enough attention to notice.

I had thought I was very much in love with someone else at the time, but I might have handled things differently if I'd known. I did care for my old roommate and wish I'd been a better friend to him. RIP Myron Mort.

I'll share the opposite. Good stories are better. Met someone who I wasn't attracted to at first. He owns a bar back home. Over time, we started courting each other in friendship, and learning his nature was so cordial and sweet led us to develop a little chemistry. Later in our friendship, I revealed my attraction without any pressures. His feelings were mutual, but his divorce had taxed him mentally enough that he knew he still needed to grow, and it wasnt yet the right time to begin another relationship. I wasn't surprised by that news. We were comfortable enough with each other to openly share many emotional details of our lives, and our immediate reactions were tender hugs. I developed a much deeper respect and affinity towards his character and his company for so graciously "letting me down gently". I admired his maturity to be honest about what he thinks a relationship deserves, vs his ability to meet that at this moment in his life. We remained close friends, and quite protective of one another. I hope one day he finds someone who helps him rediscover the security in Love. He deserves that. Free drinks, googoo eyes, and lovely conversation in the VIP of my friend's bar wasn't a bad perk either, though.

"Too bad. They don't know what they're missing!" Or, "what's done, is done, move on! "

Rejection with regards to relationships, the stronger your feelings for the person, the tougher it is to accept rejection. Time heals all wounds, you have to let go. Other types of rejection are just a question of getting back on your feet. You shouldn't let go. .