I didn’t get tickets for My Chemical Romance. I logged on to Ticketmaster two minutes before the tickets went on sale and joined the queue. I got through eventually but when I selected the Buy option I got an error message so I had no choice but to go back to the queue. Then the tickets sold out. I was devastated. I cried. I’d gotten my hopes up and it brought down my whole day. I couldn’t even force myself to be cheerful. Another girl I know got them and I became resentful. It wasn’t a good side of me. I felt everything went wrong for me after that and I fell deeper and deeper into sorrow.
I’m feeling better now though still disappointed. The sadness wasn’t about the band or the concert, it was finally having something to look forward to which is something I’ve severely lacked recently. I can hope another date is added or that I manage to get tickets somehow down the line.
Another concert I was looking forward to in March has been cancelled. It’s hard not to feel dejected when you make plans and they fall apart, especially when you’re a hermit like me. It sucks. This is a good example of what I can and can’t control. I couldn’t control whether or not I got tickets but I could control how I reacted. Needlessly to say I didn’t.