of letting fear control me. when the light goes green i could just sit there with my foot on the brake or maybe drive around the track at the speed of a turtle. as everyone is shouting at me to go faster i resist the urge. i know i want to go faster, but i’m “being good” and using my self-control. it may not be a fun or exciting trip around the track but i know i’m safe and at little risk of crashing.
in this situation i could fool myself into thinking that i’m using self-control. i could talk myself into the idea that i’m in control of myself and 