Wednesday, October 20, 2010

It's The Final Countdown



When I was 11 years old, I watched my first horror movie. Scream. Some sick people might find it amusing but I had terrible anxiety for the few months after. I'd even resorted to eating my breakfast in a corner of the kitchen that allowed me to better see all points of entry and not get attacked by a murderer. 


I've seen a few scary movies since then. But personally I think the ones with murderers are the worst. That stuff seriously can and does happen!

As you can see from my anxiety, when it comes to fight or flight, I'm a freakin Pidgey. But eventually, I realized how well that worked out for the Scream victims. Then, thanks to a little self imposed cognitive therapy, instead of thinking "What if there's a murderer in my closet? Hide!!" I started thinking "How would I f* this b* up?" And he/she's only human like me. They have the same weaknesses!

Since this realization, I've found it very theraputic to strategize whenever I'm in the dark and/or alone somewhere. 

What's the heaviest/sharpest/threateningest thing near me that I can wield? 

How can I use obstacles to my advantage? 

If I'm walking, I make sure to hold my backpack, purse, or etc. in such a way that it won't get in my way if I need to throw a punch. On my way to my car, I hold my key in such a way that I could shank a b*. In my bedroom, I have hairspray and a lighter. (Not sure where the lighter came from... It's purple.)

This thought process probably isn't very practical for someone of my size, skill, and bravery, but I've spend significant time of my life being scared of things. If I finally encounter someone who represents all of which I feared, hopefully my ridiculous amounts of pent up rage combined with adrenaline will result in ridiculously unexpected amounts of pwnage.


So never approach me if I'm in the dark and alone. I may just beat the crap out of you. Or try to at least.




Moral Haiku:
You asked for it, punk.
I'll beat your snot out with my...
Refrigerator.




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