My fight-or-flight response is set in stone with fleeing. I have never been the fighter type. Anytime I find myself cornered by whatever force it may be, instead of pushing back with similar force, I strategize and find a way to slip away. I guess that has to do with me getting brutally bullied by teachers and classmates ever since primary school. For me, the only way to survive was to flee. Being a lackey to my bullies, skipping school, playing the teacher's pet, and false colors, I did just about everything. I believe this behavior made me an escapist and now in my adult life whenever a problem arises I just find myself thinking, theorizing, and fantasizing about CTB, the ultimate door to walk out of. And problems do occur. Every. Single. Goddamn. Day.