Every time I see that word mentioned, I sulk, go blue and have fit of rage and despair. And it is always being mentioned. It’s a commonly used word (quite common), and recently it has been mentioned a-lot.
(I’m a guest now, so I should post my location: At the Tropics [Not the US])
I have been trying to be, well, a computer games developer/designer. There is this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be part of an exchange program that goes overseas to create games (and considering my financial status and background, it’s something I won’t be able to do).
I always wanted that; most of the time I am the odd one out from my classmates with my passion for computer games development, and I don’t like to work alone and besides, I am something of a system person, not graphics or physics so I usually am stuck on those. I just want to work with people, not always stuck with myself.
Cutting the long story short, I am convinced that I was unfairly rejected. You see, I got into a conflict with a friend of the program’s director. I did all the tests, I believe I should go, but I hate it, especially hate it, when politics get into the way. Or it could be my depression and anxiety disorder. Or both.
I should grow a thicker skin.
Maybe, but my DNA don’t comply.
So whenever I see ‘friends’ on Facebook (quoted because they are really just contacts) going for the program (which is still on), I…slip into depression and a neurotic state of wanting to get even and wanting to cry myself to death. I wish I could avoid it. “So-and-so has been tagged” and the photo’s caption would have the name of the program in it. People around me mention they are going to the program (it’s annual). It appears in the newspaper. People talk about it. I wish I can just run away or something
Maybe this is just an opportunity, not the only opportunity, but somehow I just can’t get over it. That I spend 3 days during a heavy examinations period to do all their tests, going down for the interview and all the grief associated with it, I really do want to let it go, but somehow because of the intensity, I can’t.
Why is this so important? I wish I could say, “There are other chances, move on” but the unfairness of it, and that others could get to go, tickled me. I never got a chance to be part of a team in games development. They are all looking for graphics, AI, physics people and they don’t give up game design to anyone.
It has almost been a year and yet I still feel bitter.
I wish I could give details, but I am already on a blacklist in this industry from where I come from. If the details are important, PM me and I’ll chat.
How do I move on? How do I let go? Maybe the decision to reject me wasn’t politically motivated?