Animals in the wild, we know from Peter Levine's work, have more or less three choices when faced with a threatening situation. They may fight the threat. They may flee the threat. Or they may freeze on the spot and hope that threat goes away.
I am sick of freezing. It's painful to freeze, in its own way, because one feels this sense of constant dread.
The car is gassed up and ready to get as far away from here as possible.
Of course, I could FIGHT. Fighting is so un-genteel, but lately, I'm getting a case of bloodlust.
Jerk people around with money long enough, and guess where they go? I'm getting there.
Do you ever wonder what makes people go postal? Getting jerked around with money is at the absolute top of my list.
Received the money. Do I keep fighting or do I simply walk away?