A toast to all the rejects
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I attended an event put on by FailCon a few years ago. Every one of the speakers' "failures" was a humble brag about ow they bounced back from failure to achieve massive success. One speaker's failure was that he had to sell his company for only $90M.
The conference was a celebration of successful failures. I had fun, but it left a bad taste in my mouth.
Here's the thing. Real failure sucks. People you considered your friends stop returning calls. Doors close to you. You feel empty and lost. You can learn from it, but you can't celebrate it. Failure hurts. And that's OK. It's supposed to hurt.
If you can fail at something and it doesn't hurt, your heart really wasn't in it.
Indeed, emotions are there because make sense evolutionary. Defeat makes you more prone to stop trying things, to look around and see what you did wrong, to repeat the defeat in your head again and again. On the opposite, victory makes you more bold, to explore new paths, to attempt things that are, theoretically, out of your reach.
That's how I see it and makes a lot of sense to me.
I’ve had a failure where I honestly thought that my life was an unrecoverable failure and should end my life. (Not meeting toxic expectations set by family)
Looking back, I see how inconsequential that was, and I’m almost glad that happened. If I met my old self, I’d probably sound like one of those guys at FailCon to him.
But that would not have been fun.
Some speakers did talk briefly and vaguely about how hard it was for them, but quickly, cheerfully moved onto "but here is how I turned it into a huge success. You see, I'm a success. I'm not really a failure." (Not like you.)
I don't want to sound like I'm bashing the FailCon people. They all seemed nice, and I think their hearts really are in the right plaice. I just think that "celebrating failure" is wrong-headed.
In any event, that FailCon would have been a very dangerous place to be for someone who had just failed and was struggling to get through it.
They seem to be doing OK.
I won’t flag it, but the author doesn’t seem like an actual reject, and thus it’s pure clickbait.
I feel like I was a true and legitimate reject, at least throughout my youth and tweens. I know in the core of my soul that real rejects would never include casual humble brags about PHDs while claiming to understand or have learned what it’s like to be rejected by The System and/or society.
Getting rejected by Stanford, Harvard, UCs or whatever, doesn’t count in my book. People in these buckets rarely, if ever, fall far from The Tree of Thine Holy Kingdom. Real rejects don’t have the resources of the elite ruling class.
Proposed improved HN time sinks for today:
1. Read the comments and links in https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=30039597 (though not the actual post linking to Twitter, it’s pointless and hopefully dang will update it).
2. The Steak Article, lol: https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=30041026
I know I am weak
I only worked out five times this week
I’m such a knob
I’m filled with self-hate
My brother speaks nine languages while I only speak eight
Going to the gym every day gives you exposure to the people who work out every day and do it like they're fighting for their lives.
All of a sudden showing up and doing a couple squats doesn't feel as impressive :)
Don't always compare up.
More than 100 rejections. Grants, journal articles, fellowships—you name it, they’d been denied it.
Being in the social strata where your rejections are effectively failed subsidies is not really the place to complain about how hard done by you are (I'm in the same class). I'd be much more interested in something written by eg a salesperson who sees constant rejection and has to handle it live, vs some academics emailing in applications and then having a toga party when they are not successful.My advice to anyone who identifies with the article is to get out of a academia for a while to change your perspective. There is a whole world out there
Sounds exactly like my time trying to date in college.
While the boomers were all busy buying property and starting businesses, they were also unwittingly making it impossible for their descendants to do the same (or to the same extent) whilst in the same breath telling them (perhaps in honest belief) that they too could have anything they wanted.
Setting the bar so high makes even slight failures hit that much harder.
Maybe some of us never move on from balling our eyes up over grazes?