I originally made this because I was feeling particularly depressed. An old friend of mine got married and while all of our old clique was invited, I was not. How amusing to me in retrospect is that I was completely crestfallen over a silly wedding. But the sting of rejection, even in such a passive form, is very deep for me. What more could I expect from eluding old friends since high school, though. It's a kicker that he probably thought I was rejecting him by cutting all means of communication.
Pushing people away to protect myself from rejection is causing me to be rejected. Ah the joys of the self-fulfilling prophecy. End rant