I am a flincher. This slightest movement will cause me to scrunch together in paranoia. Sudden noises immediately startle me. It is a trait that was well exploited by an old flatmate of mine who spent more time hiding behind doors than I was comfortable with.
They call us flinchers weak! They say we are fearful and lack control! They make us feel embarrassed at our innate tendencies to cower against imminent danger.
But why should this be so?
Why if anything, flinching should be celebrated as a gift of evolution. Clearly it was those chimps that instinctively jumped away from falling giraffes that lived to tell the tale. So while you stoic fellows will calmly watch a cream pie flying into your face, we flinchers shall duck away safely.
I need better insecurities.