1) Experience mass rejection. Blame myself for not trying, blame myself for not being good enough, whatever.

2) Honestly introspect and attempt to fix everything I perceive that could be wrong with me.

3) Confident and self-assured! Still alone, still no luck.

The difference? At least now I don’t hate myself. I’m not piling onto the heap of stress life already throws on me. I’ve learned that success is more about sheer dumb luck than anything else and failure isn’t my fault so long as I’m making an honest effort. You’re already suffering from being chronically alone, no need to make the situation worse be constant self-loathing on top of that. Hold your head high, king.