Rejection...

Well...seems a young barber I liked doesn't want me as a client, anymore. He's one of those trim, good-looking, slightly hyper lads, in a Persian sort of way, and no question that I found him attractive, but the main reason I liked him was how well he cut my hair. It fell nicely and grew out like it's supposed to.

So yesterday I called to see if he was available. We set up an appointment and he said he's moved locations so will send me the address...but didn't. I texted him to let him know I hadn't received it...and no response. Now looking back, the last time I got my hair cut by him, I almost had to talk him into it. So I couldn't go to my appointment...and no call from him to find out why. Gotta find a new barber.

It's not the first time I've been flat out rejected, not counting the times I was trying to get someone into bed. In LA I lost out on an apartment because one of my potential roommates thought I was too old. I was thirty-eight.

And the moderator of a writing group refused to let me join because she thought I'd be a detriment to the others, with my ideas on writing. For example, talking to my characters and not relying on outlines to lay out every point in the story.

But since I don't beg, this new rejection freed me up to just do my thing, today, and ignore the chaos of the world for a moment. I have that luxury. And it paid off. My blood sugar reading was well-within normal and my BP was 118/70 when it's usually been 145-150/100-110.

I pretty much ignored Simon, today. Found out one of the libraries I sent a set of A Place of Safety to has ordered two more sets. Guess it fits with their catalogue. Probably helps that the books have a Library of Congress Control Number.

Tomorrow, I'm cleaning my apartment...and not doing it just to avoid writing. How very odd, about me.