I'm not an emotional person, nor am I particularly sensitive. When I got my first rejection, I shrugged and thought, "Oh well, on to the next one." It was the same with my second, third, and fourth. I started to think I was a little too calm. Couldn't figure out why I had such a good attitude about someone telling me in a form letter they weren't interested in a year's worth of work.
One day I was folding the laundry, and got rejection number five. Again, I shrugged my shoulders and went back to my laundry. As I started folding my pants, my eyes started to water, and my nose stung. Next thing I know, I was bawling my eyes out. I mean flat out wailing. Poor Hubby didn't know what to do. He'd never seen me act that way before. It took an hour before I stopped crying and went into self pitying mode. Now one of the things I dislike most is people who throw pity parties. I had a blow out extravaganza.
The next day, things were back to normal. I couldn't believe the way I had behaved. I still get rejections, but I have never felt the way I did that day again. I'm back to thinking, "Oh well, on to the next one."