And, like, maybe he was just drunk, and his actions weren't connected to me at all, but I've promised myself never to squash my instincts on this kind of thing. Worst case, I hurt a drunk guy's feelings.
Weird thing, I wasn't scared, I didn't have a burst of adrenaline. I felt clear-headed. And, unlike when this used to happen a lot more often, I know my fight/flight is calibrated to fight. I ran so I wouldn't have to.
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There was a way to cut through to the next street over, doubling back on myself, so I literally ran. Spent the rest of the walk home looking over my shoulder.