Zero Response!

Today’s Prompt. When faced with confrontation, do you head for the hills or walk straight in? Was there ever a time you wished you’d had the opposite reaction?

In both physical and verbal confrontations, my answer is: neither.

Jacques mentioned a while back that I really should get either pepper spray or a stun gun to carry with myself at all times. That would be the worst idea ever. When someone suddenly jumps out at me (as Luke LOVES to do) I freeze. Literally. My heart skips a couple of beats, my breathing stops, words run dry. There is just no way that I will ever be able to defend myself with any kind of weapon whatsoever. I freeze so bad, I can’t even scream! I would much rather roll over and play dead than to risk being attacked with my own weapon.

Unfortunately the same goes for verbal confrontations and I avoid them like the plague. As I have mentioned before, I am not good at this talking thing. I need time to prepare my argument. When suddenly confronted with an argument I say the dumbest things and, basically (I hate this word) I turn into a sheep. Baaaa! Give me time to prepare, however, I will most definitely give you a run for your money!

I think the fight-or-flight-handing-out-ceremony-memo never reached me and I am left in limbo.