rejections and little conversations
Searching for a new job is exhausting. Every application feels like tossing a paper airplane into a storm — most never make it to where they’re supposed to land. And when they do, it’s often just to return with a polite, “unfortunately…” I try to tell myself it’s not personal, but after the tenth or twentieth time, the words start to weigh on me.
Some days I stare at my email, debating whether I should open the next unread message. Because by now, I can already predict what it will say. I know I’m not alone in this, but knowing doesn’t make it feel any lighter.
In the middle of this slow grind, I found myself spending more time on Threads. It feels like how Instagram used to be before it became so curated and noisy — just people talking, replying, starting small conversations about random things. No pressure to be perfect, no endless trend-chasing. Sometimes I join in, sometimes I just read, but either way, it makes me feel like I’m part of a little community again.
It’s a strange contrast — the weight of rejection and the lightness of these casual online exchanges. One makes me question my worth, the other reminds me that connection can exist in small, unexpected ways.
For now, I’m holding on to that.