And by irrational I actually mean completely rational, because have you seen what she does to people? It is reasonable to be afraid of her.
Last night, I came home from somewhere and my roommate Marissa promptly dropped a bag of doritos on the floor in the hallway that leads to our bedrooms.
"Bethan," Marissa said, "I have dropped a bag of doritos. Can you grab the vaccum?"
Wondering vaguely why Marissa was carrying an open bag of doritos through the apartment, I went to get the vaccum. I opened the closet door.
For a second time froze as all my worst nightmares came true at once.
Somara was in the closet.
Somewhere in the depths of my diminishing sanity I knew it was my roommate with undead makeup on and black paint in her hair, but nonetheless I had a terror induced blackout and came to outside in my socks.
So I guess that solves the fight or flight dilemma.
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