It took me long enough, but I figured it out.
Years after most of my enemies have run off to live out their miserable lives, it finally occurred to me that their biggest go-to was to attack me by adding on to my stress.
This has happened in college groups I was part of, in apartments I've lived in, and certainly in a number of work environments.
This is obviously an easy way to attack me given how much anxiety I normally have. It must have been especially funny to these people in prior decades when I was barely able to handle it.
I'm much more balanced now. And I have to say, if they thought it was so funny back in my twenties and thirties, then no wonder they were my enemies.
It's been discussed by friends before how some of my health problems in my twenties might have been caused in part to my then-stressful living conditions with one particular roommate.
When someone tries to put a metaphorical foot on me, I feel it in a lot more places than my head these days.
I've never gone so far to say that someone has tried to kill me with stress.
But as I get older( and new enemies emerge), I'm going to start weighing that as a possibility.
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