Fight or Flight

Most people have heard of the fight or flight response in animals. or people. Now, when I'm scared by something I usually freeze. That whole deer-in-the-headlights thing. Let me clarify: when I said scare, I meant by something physical. Such as a person jumping out of nowhere wearing a gorilla suit and yelling or something.

But I think maybe I have the same response with other things that scare me. When I get stressed out... I sort of freeze up as well. I freak, often hyperventilate, and get all flustered and such. Now, it's like the deer is also crying in those headlights. Which really helps nothing... those tears aren't going to get that car to stop any quicker. Maybe it'll even make them come closer to see if that deer they see is actually crying (thoughts might be: "whoa, can deer cry?!?!). And freaking out like that doesn't help my problems at all. Still, that's how my body seems to deal with things. I hate it, but can't seem to overcome it. I've even had one of these breakdowns during class, which was terrible. People were staring: I hate when people stare at me. Which made me start to get even more freaked out.

So, here I find myself. In my room at 10 a.m. on a tuesday. A school day. A day I should be at school, learning and such. Instead, I'm laying in bed blogging. Why? Because I freaked. Over little things, like a B in PE and not getting anything at sports awards night. And bigger things, like that boy who I'll never see again. Which is actually also a little thing.

So here's to the deer. I can totally relate: I'm not one of those people who complain saying "why can't those dang deer just run out of my way?!" because I know how it is to freeze. I'm sure the deer like it even less than the drivers... I know that I hate it.