I don’t care what my financial situation is, I’m not, I repeat not, going to buy mutant tomatoes with grayish, waxy sheens and zero aroma at the superstore just because they’re half the price of the organic vine tomatoes at my regular grocery store.
And, I don’t care what my financial situation is, after sending in a resume for a 9-to-5 job purely out of fear, I’m no longer going to entertain for one millesecond technical-writing positions that pay $20,000 less than I’m worth. I’m a senior-level technical writer for crying out loud! What was I thinking?
I guess that’s fear for you. I’m done with the fear. I buy my organic vine tomatoes in good faith.
(That said, I’m may still be funky and moody for awhile.)