Sadness: Crying helps me slow down and obsess over the weight of life’s problems.
Yesterday was a beautiful day. I went to the movies with my sister to see Tom Hanks. It was nice out and that is reason enough to be cheerful.
Last night was Saturday night and WoW was hopping. Trade chat was alive, players were running all around in Dalaran. So, I decided that it was time to get Attuned to Kara. The first quest to get there is Mythic Halls of Valor.
Okay, I’m a healer, this should be cake. I’m 858, well geared and if it comes down to it, I have 375 buff food and the Whisper Pact flasks. I chose Germinaation and Stonebark for my dungeoning talents: ready to go!
I had joined (auditioned) via the group finder many times for raids and mythics in WoD, so that part was comfortable.
I see a group with a tank and three dps! I click to join.
Okay, I see a group that has Kara Attune in the description; ilevel 840.
Declined, declined, declined, declined, declined.
I double check all my stuff; my spec, my gear. I’m starting to get upset.
Declined. This rejection hurts. Nobody wants me.
I did what you would do too. I logged out. I got a plate of cookies. I turned on Inside Out by Pixar and cried all the way through the movie.