I remember falling asleep with my front door wide open. I woke up to my subconscious self with his fist rolled and ultimately ready to rumble. My opponent was a young lady who was presently experiencing the fright of her life as what she perceived to be a more able bodied young gentleman was about to knock her lights off.
This had never happened to me before but I can hardly say anything was happening to me. I was the instigator in this scene of this movie. Hopefully you could feel a bit sorry for me if I tell you that I had spent the previous 2 nights and 3 days on the road coupled with an impromptu night. I had unnecessarily pushing my body to the point of near shutdown.
I blame some of the turn of events on peer pressure. I will not further justify my actions but anyway, more on their repercussion. Someone’s almost innocent daughter got so close to getting her teeth knocked out.In my defence; she didn’t have to tag on my leg though. Understandably, that was her last resort in her efforts to wake me up for whatever reason which is actually not of much interest to at the moment in my story.
I was at a point of ultimate exhaustion. Relaying these ordeal reminds me of the concept of Hell week. I wonder how the navy seals manage an entire week of minimum to no sleep. This personal experience of mine warrants them more respect for their training and expertise.
Most of my personal trauma was from the fact that I almost hit a lady. There is a world wide observed gentleman code that all young boys to man adhere to. You simply do not lay your hands on a girl, not so much touch a hair on her body. Am not too sure if my emphasis of this well founded nonetheless my son will be hearing the very same thing from me, hopefully once and for all.
My flight response rarely activates. I have a self confidence issue that is subject to my belief that it has been my life’s work to learn how to defend myself and my loved ones when harm and danger come knocking on my door. The irony is this should be noted. My threat is the one to deal with my confidence as I stand on, on which a literal house can be built. It is either going to be you or me.
The young lady had unknowingly posed as a threat. I was exposed and she found me tactically at my weakest perhaps? I do not know. What I do understand from that moment in foresight was that I had to retaliate. It was either going to be me or my predator I reiterate.
Unbeknownst to me it was friendly lady who wanted to wake me up as my urgent attention was need elsewhere so she did not have much of a choice but to invalid property/space? I joke, do not miss the humour. To get my attention and avert it to the so important agenda she was carrying out.
There is more to the story and that I would like to shed light on a different piece. Treat your body right, at the end of the day your vehicle will breakdown when it runs out of fuel. When well serviced and maintained, who knows what extra mileage you can rack up on it. Again, totally missing the point once more, treat your vehicle right.
