I don't get nervous. I don't get rattled, either. When that idiot/not idiot
intentionally crashed into us, then rammed his car into a building, I felt cool as a cucumber the entire time. Didn't get the adrenaline rush I'd been expecting, nor any swings in emotion. Likewise, I can get up and speak to a bunch of strangers in court with no hint of nerves, just a vague tingle of excitement. Basically, cucumber.
And no, I'm not a sociopath (while scary things don't bug me, I can't wat...
Published on July 09, 2012 10:04