Flight or fight

In which you wouldn’t like to see me angry.

When I fight I fight to win.

What is the point of finding yourself in an altercation that you are happy to lose? My number one aim is the jugular and I won’t be happy until I am standing victorious over my defeated foe. It’s why I’ve never one a game of Civilization with anything other than a conquest victory, I start out all peaceful and want to spread harmony and peace but then Gandhi nukes my capital and I will seek vengeance upon my attacker (and all those who were not involved because they stood by and watched).

It’s this desire to see my victims destroyed that I tend to stay away from conflict, my flight or fight response is not in perfect balance so I try to avoid getting myself in a position where I have to rely on my animal instincts. If I don’t have to make the choice then I don’t have to deal with the consequences. Who knows what happens when I get angry, I don’t like it when I get angry…

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Dealing with disaster

In which I face disaster and become a man my son.

Icebergs, as a child I was obsessed by one in particular. It was floating around the Atlantic ocean on the night of April 14th 1912 and caused an event that fascinated me. The sinking of the Titanic was this great disaster that stuck in my imagination until it was ruined by Celine Dion.

Celine Dion CD cover of My Heart Will Go On
Admit it, it is in your head now…probably from “near, far…”

Disasters have always made me curious, and in the modern rolling news I become obsessed with watching events unfold. It is a morbid curiosity as to what is happening but there is a greater part of me that wonders what I would do if I was there and involved.

I don’t like to overtly take control of difficult situations but when the time calls for it I step up and take command. Thankfully I have yet to be tested in a dangerous situation, and hope to never be, but if I was I would like to think I could make a difference. Continue reading “Dealing with disaster”