I was driving a few days ago and stopped at a stoplight. A homeless looking guy comes up to my driver’s window. I, in my infinite wisdom, decide to see if I can make eye contact. I look him straight in the eye and shake my head—like I’m not going to give him anything.
He starts freaking out. He starts pounding on my window. At which point I think, woah, maybe that wasn’t a great idea. But for some reason I didn’t fee intimidated.
I look back at him, straight in the eye, and he walks away. I’m still wondering why I wasn’t afraid. Two years ago, I would have been an emotional wreck, but now I really don’t feel any different.
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