Finally, a psychological diagram that explains why I am a well-adjusted coper of the highest magnitude. As a child, I was seriously rejected by my father. The trend continued into adulthood. My now-dead dad even went so far as to choose me among all his children to disinherit, though we are all born of the same woman, his wife for 58 years, our mother. This is true, actually; a little swipe from beyond the grave that took the whole family aback. (Why me? you are wondering. I wonder the same.) Not that there was any money, or anything; I think he was just going for a final crushing blow.
This is probably the deep, dark reason why I started this blog in the first place, and why I keep clamoring for more rejection after so much already. Could it be that I can't get enough? Perhaps I'm going for mastery?
That said, as my friend Helen famously put it: "Well, at least now you have a topic for your memoir." (She said it more eloquently than that.) I would probably need a less defended tone to write a successful narrative about how such a bad thing could happen to such a good person as myself. I'm working on it and will keep you posted on my progress.