I am from Barcelona

Rejection is one emotion I really cannot handle.

I feel like a cassette tape stuck, in a stereo, getting all tangled up! I feel my face getting red; I constantly touch my nose, I become aware of my arms and ironically forget what the hell I'm meant to do with them and then laugh like hyena the instant I realize I'm being rejected.

I am the person who claims i adapt to change.

I state that no plan is fixed and it can be altered to suit ones needs.

Yet as soon as someone closes the door in my face, a few tears(and alcoholic beverages) need to come down in order for me to get over it. 

Then at some point in time I remember that if this door slammed in my face hopefully the next one will be opened.

All this reminds me of my dad and his John Cleese story; the script writer of the famous Faulty Towers. It is interesting to note that everyone told him that the script was a bunch of crap and that it would never be successful. We can all agree that they were truly mistaken and Faulty Towers went on to become one of the most famous British comedic series.

Thus although cliche in tough times i should remind myself that everything happens for a reason!

So Cheer up Pinky and watch some Faulty Towers!!