But deep within, buried under so many lies is the brutal realization that yup, I *#*^+• up big time.
The physical reaction is the flight-or-fight response. Your body is actually doing exactly what your ancient ancestors' bodies did when they were confronted with a super pissed bear or a hungry jungle cat. It's revving up the adrenaline to get you ready to take a piece out of said bear or hightail it outta there.
But there are no bears or man-eating tigers in restaurants, offices, hospitals or any other number of places we drag ourselves to in exchange for a paycheque. Instead there are crazy ass managers, bitchy customers and scary deadlines. These are the new predators. They threaten our ability to buy mac and cheese and Starbucks lattes. They jeopardize our social standing. They gnaw away at our confidence and quality of sleep.
So next time someone tries to blame you for their crappy corner cutting, remember that a part of their brain is actually convinced that this is a life threatening situation. Forgive them for this and then go rat their ass out. Hey, it's not like they're gonna keep you in frappacinos and business casual cardigans.