The company’s security department always counseled that if we were ever confronted by muggers, we should cooperatively hand over our wallets, watches and cellphones. “NEVER put up a fight,” we were told. “It’s not worth it. Your muggers are likely to be armed and to have accomplices nearby.”
I always thought that was good, logical advice. I was certain I would follow that advice if I was ever confronted by a mugger or muggers. “I’m no hero,” I thought when imagining myself being mugged.
Then one fine day a couple of guys tried to pick my pocket in broad daylight on a street in Jakarta. One distracted me while the other stuck his hand into my pocket.
I went berserk.
I grabbed one of them, threw him against a wall and began beating the shit out of him. Then I saw his accomplice and started chasing him down the street.
As I began working off the adrenaline that had suddenly poured into my bloodstream my brain slowly regained control. I reminded myself that the pickpockets had not gotten anything from me. I asked myself what the fuck I was going to do with the second pickpocket if I managed to catch him.
I gave up the chase for a moment. But there was still too much adrenaline in my bloodstream. I remember standing on the sidewalk snorting like an enraged bull. I wanted to resume the chase for the second pickpocket and beat the ever loving crap out of him.
Eventually my sanity was restored.
I was amazed at my reaction.
It turns out you don’t get to pick between fight or flight.
Your hormones make the choice for you!


Interesting topic, I had an issue many years ago when my children were small, and I also got so enraged I went absolutely crazy on two muggers in NYC so badly that one of them was hospitalized, with a fractured skull afterwards, after I calmed down I was so sorry that my children had seen me in such a state, it took some time before my kids weren’t afraid of me, I never repeated that and I believe my fight response was triggered by the proximity of the danger to my children. Fortunately it never happened again it was many years ago and my daughter still remembers the incident fortunately my son does not.