I applied for a job this week. I got a call-back interview. I wore my amazing professional outfit and talked about my amazing experience and then patiently waited to hear back.

I didn't get the job.

I hate rejection. I hate not begin the best at something. I hate not getting picked and I hate failing. Most of all though, I think I hate not caring. Why aren't I more torn up about this? Why aren't I heart-broken and crying? Am I becoming desensitized to the world?