Normally I take a rejection with humility and understanding. If a short story was rejected and the editors offered some objective criticism, I will humbly accept their advice. If a poem was rejected because it does not fit the aesthetic of a magazine, I can understand. All writers are rejected at some point. Most suffer from streams of rejections. It is a part of the business. A part that I willingly accept.
With that out in the open, I would like to mention that I received a rejection that made me howl with laughter. Never have I laughed at a rejection letter. A rejection is not meant to do something so ludicrous. You are suppose to experience a sting to your pride and move on.
Look at it this way. Would you laugh if the person whom you just asked out on a date said no? Would you laugh if the bank said no to your request for a loan? Would you laugh if your family rejected your presence?
At this point, you must be dying to know why I did. Well, it was stated in this particular rejection letter that I was not to be published in this magazine, which I will leave unnamed for ethical and lawful reasons, because my poem was too philosophical. Literally, it is stated in this letter that my poem’s philosophical and personal reflections was too much. The editors said it was enjoyable, but had too many layers and subtleties that would not fit with their magazine. Who would have guessed it?