It's a strange thing. The stress makes you think about retribution for a dirty deed done against you, but then if you can catch the person, they might appear so pitiful and disgusting, it can sap your energy to do them physical harm. it's like why bother, they are already so completely fooked up. Not much pleasure to be had from the dregs of society, any which way.
Funny you should mention that.
In my early twenties I was working on a farm in Israel, the scheckel had a daily inflation problem so we used to change our wages into dollars with illegal money changers in the larger towns as soon as we got paid.
We weren't paid a lot, $5 a day, so rather than spend a third of my wages actually going to the nearest town I gave the cash to a "friend" to change up for me (not an uncommon practice)
He didn't come back at the allotted time and it transpired he was blowing a month of my hard earned wages in pretty short time.
I'm not a small bloke certainly not by the standards of 30 years ago and he was considerably smaller than me.
I caught the coach to Eilat and plotted my revenge should I find him.
It's not a big town so after a couple of hours, there he was, propping up a bar. He saw me and his face dropped.
I took him round the back of the bar and he stood there waiting for the pasting he deserved.
I couldn't do it, what purpose would it serve? It wouldn't get my money back (I did get it back but that's another story)
I think if I caught someone in the act of stealing my gear I could muster some aggression, but in cold blood, faced with this pathetic figure, no way.
