Sometimes, you pass through your fears out of simple exhaustion–I overcame a fear of heights by the simple expedient of taking up rock-climbing. At the beginning, it was difficult to do, but after a point, the little auditor part of my mind that runs everything was just sighing, and telling the “FEAR! TALL! HIGH!” screamer to shut up, it was going to happen anyway… And, the screamer reduced itself to darkly muttering about the likely size of the certain-to-occur bloodstain on the rocks below.

I’ve seen people overdraft their courage accounts, and I’ve seen people overdraft their fear accounts. The guys who do the latter are the ones you want to watch, if nothing else for the sheer dark-ass humor of it all, when they reach that point of not-giving-a-f**k. “Yeah, yeah… We’re all gonna die, you’re gonna kill us, we can’t win… Yadda, yadda, ya… STFU, assh**e, while I beat the ever-loving sh*t out of you…”.

Had the pleasure of observing several bullying jackasses turned into bloody pulps, over the years, once they’d pushed people too far. That little guy over there? You push him past the limits of his adrenal response, you might be surprised at the results…