I’ve been known to over-react.
Really, I see it as a family tradition. My mom over-reacts. My grand-mother over-reacted, and my forefathers, with swords raised to the sun, probably over-reacted.
I swear it’s in the way that one’s brain is wired. Slap me upside the head, and I’m libel to flip out, and make crazy noizes.
True story:
One time I was walking around through downtown Spokane, and I saw some guys throwing rocks in the alley. Then they ran away, and ended up running right past me.
Out of the alley staggered some native american dudes, drunk and down on their luck. I was headed right for them, and walked beneath a huge railroad overpass.
Then I see that they’re also insanely angry, as the punks were throwing rocks… at them. One of them has a stick, the other a broken bottle. No lie.
I try to walk past them, senses on alert. One of them tries to sucker punch me, mistaking me for one of the punks. I dodge, luckily and then I shout…
“BLOOBABLOOBABLOOBABLOOBA!!!!”
…and then ran for my life.
Why? I have no frikkin’ idea. I was just scared, that’s all.
I felt bad for those guys, yet when they tried to strike me, I taunted them.
Crazy. Over-reaction.
And yeah, once I got a few blocks away, those dudes were long gone. But they did leave me with this tale of taunts.
You ever over-react?
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Oh yes… I over-react way too easily…. I couldnt even chose 1 story to tell ya. lol….
oh and btw…. if you come to Minnesota you wont be so hot. 90 is a rare day for us, and today its barely going to reach 70 or 75… we are expecting rain at some point too. Its a nice sunny day, a small breeze, and I’m going to go out and play with the horses…. let us know when you wanna come visit! There are plenty of fans that would be happy to come see you.
Hey thanks!
I don’t know when I was last in Minnesota… if ever. Maybe as a kid.
Well, see if you guys can find a comic convention there that’s good, and maybe I can arrange it someday.
Back during the time of my misspent youth I helped out at a horse stable up the road from my house…
On occasion there would be some trouble with bears getting into the barn and raiding the horse feed, scaring the horses nearly to death in the process.
Well, one morning I was headed into the barn to get my day started and just happened to nearly walk into a rather sizable black bear that had come in through the back door that faced he treeline.
Being surprised, the bear starting making unhappy noises…
By being surprised myself, I overreacted a bit by hauling off and punching the bear right on the nose as hard as I possibly could.
This caused the bear to be even more surprised and, coupled with the fact their nose is rather sensitive, gave the bear good reason to quickly leave the barn…
I took the rest of the day off and went home to change my britches.
Holy geez! Really! Punched in the nose?! That’s insane. He could have torn you to “many pieces smaller than hand.”
You’re lucky to be alive, but that punch probably saved it for you.
That thought eventually occurred to me, though I try not to think too hard about it.
Fun Guy!
Ethnic heritage and DNA gots much to say about how we fight.
I have heard the Norse battle prep got way beyond control.
While civilized battle was fought in armor with order in the ranks, these guys wore no shirts,had fire in their eyes and did battle free form!
Broadsword in one hand and a hammer on a chain in the other.
Loot and plunder, loot and plunder….
(below was borrowed from the dictionary:)
ber⋅serk⋅er. an ancient Norse warrior who fought with frenzied rage in battle, possibly induced by eating hallucinogenic mushrooms.