When my anxiety becomes too high, or my stress levels can't handle what's in front of me, I want it gone.
I can't say what exactly was the trigger. What I do know is I tend to shove everything into a bottle that's constantly being shaken.
As previously mentioned, participants of this group aren't hiding under the sheets as I was doing. For the most part, if I was in a dangerous situation, they would be the best bodyguards on the planet. No bending of these spines, I wish I had a bit of their gumption. Therefore I completely understood why no mingling outside group was strongly enforced.