This was how I felt after finding out that I didn't do as well as I had hoped in DECA.
No, actually, that's a lie. How I felt was probably a lot closer to this:
Yeah. I don't handle failure very well. Nobody likes to be told that they aren't as good as they think they are, but most are able to let go of bad experiences and learn from their mistakes. I, on the other hand, am notorious for going through at least 10 stages of emotional breakdown (starting with disappointment, then a progression through denial, rage at the world, and usually some form of WHYAREYOUSOSTUPIDWHEREDIDIGOWRONGIHATEYOUWAITHATMEANSIHATEMEYEAHFINEIHATEME) before returning to a somewhat functioning mentality able to carry out basic functions such as speaking at an appropriate volume.
Even then, my brain does this thing where it keeps a very well-organized inventory of every single failed attempt I've ever made at anything, and chooses to begin replaying the moment right before important tests or during nights when I'm tired as heck and really would appreciate some sleep.
Maybe I exaggerate.
Still, my EI is an area I definitely need to work on. As for DECA, there's always next year?
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