Fight or Flight

It isn't until you're confronted with a situation where you actually find out if you're the type of person to fight or flight. Looking back on my past experiences, it seems as though I tend to flight-something I'm not proud of as I sometimes LITERALLY run in the opposite direction of whatever it is that I'm not wanting to face. Like that time in the supermarket aisle, when I ran into an ex and ran the other way after he saw me. Surprisingly though, it seems as though in emergency situations, I fight. But ever so slowly. Maybe in my mind I'm thinking I'm slow, but in reality I'm going as fast I can. During those times of calling 911, my fingers couldn't have dialed those 3 numbers any slower.  

Ring Ring Ring What is your emergency?

He's having seizures, I say. Just hurry, please come! My address? It's 520 South Kingsley Drive.

Could you please repeat the address? You've got to be kidding me, I think. 5 2 0 South Kingsley Drive!!! Please!!! Just come, I frantically beg with desperation.  

Why are they so slow?!?! Every second feels like a minute, every minute feels like an hour. It's literally like someone pushed the slow-mo button on life as I push myself to go faster. WTF is wrong with you!?!?! JUST GO!!!! I start packing a bag...what will he need at the hospital? I pack extra clothes, a blanket, toothbrush and toothpaste. That's another thing-I'm impractically practical in emergencies. So you'd think by the 2nd emergency, I would have been a pro but I was, disappointingly, the same. At least I know that I will stand and fight when I need to-calm and cool, ready with a packed bag, no matter how seemingly slow.