Would you willingly ingest poison? Probably not.
Yet maybe we drink poison more often than we think we do.
I was hunting for a spot in the parking lot. Suddenly a car appeared from a lane to make a left turn across my path. The driver was looking the other way. I braked and gently tapped my horn to warn her. She stopped and looked at me in surprise. Even though I had the right of way I couldn’t proceed because her car was blocking my path so I waved her through. I shook my head in displeasure.
To my surprise and annoyance she stuck her left arm out of her car and gave me the finger as she completed her turn.
I felt angry and abused.
However, I was about to meet with a prospective client so I deleted the poison of this incident from my mind.
There was no win in holding on to this poison.