Fight or Flee or Fight Then Flee

One of the shittiest things that resulted from where and how I grew up is how long it took me for my first thought not to be when someone walked up to me in public or just in general is, How am I going to fight this person enough to defeat them, or at least to get away in one piece?

Because I spent so much of my life in North Florida having to think that way. It’s hard to leave behind. That’s no kind of way to grow up.