I learned on manual typewriters in middle school (late 70’s, early 80’s). We learned to look for our home row, then pay attention to copy or dictation.

I’m 59 now, and a cancer survivor. Also a man.

I look back to the me in my twenties, and think what an ass I was. Not as a man, but as a human.

The positive aspect? I’m not that ass anymore, and my hope is in another ten years I’ll see the current me as an ass.

Introspection and personal growth as a human. Sex or gender agnostic.

Your reading of that rejection is spot on! It was immature and unprofessional. You might ask yourself if you wish to remain in such an environment.

To your question; Consider the duck… Imagine the droplets of water on it’s back as troubles and difficult situations it’s carrying. Then watch as the droplets slip right off.

These situations are not reflections of you, they’re just situations in which you happen to be immersed.