Answer:
While you were folding a letter you got me. Usually you will do whatever it takes to avoid me but now you can't help but find me.
When you are inside me you will be encouraged to slam other cars.
You do not want me when you donβt have me, but when you have me you donβt want to lose me.
I am very easy to get into,but it is hard to get out of me. What am I?
I cannot be bought, cannot be sold, even if I'm sometimes made of gold. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?