I haven’t figured out how to do the “quote” , so apologies for handmade ones.:)
.....while driving, you know the position of every car around you without ever looking in the mirrors. [Dylan]
Um…I always thought that was just a function of motorcycling…hehehe
--You actually prefer the motorcycle to the car because you know you’re invisible to everyone in the cars around you.
…. it isn't a question of whether or not you have a weapon nearby, it's how many and what kind. [Mina]
That brought two to mind…
--Everything around you—including that book on the table and the fire extinguisher on the wall—is a weapon if necessary.
--Someone asks you what you see when you walk into a public building, and you tell them about the potential exits, the places out of which someone to come at you, and things you can use to defend yourself or slow attackers up enough to run away.
And the ever popular:
--You track just where in the room people of varying heights would need to be maneuvered at various times of the year to put the sun in their eyes, without thinking about it.
How about:
--you get a whiteboard calendar and have trouble writing everything down on it, or write everything down on it and forget to look at it –even when it’s attached to the refrigerator.
--You only go to restaurants when 1.you are with friends who always ask you to pick where to sit 2. You are with someone you consider yourself responsible for, so you know that concentrating on keeping them safe will effectively block the usual self-related problems for awhile (does this work for anyone but parents and medics?) 3. You figure you’re tipping over the line into being housebound so you force yourself out to walk to the late night store for something you don’t need and chat with the clerks (about whose lives you know more than you do about most of your friends) while you’re there.
--you’re seriously thinking about getting some kind of breakable stuff to keep beside the desk because punching pillows doesn’t provide the audio input that helps you stop when your rage erupts at the slowness of the computer (or something you read on it, or the impossibility of getting a decent search result, etc) and you pick up the keyboard and slam it down while yelling “f*ck” and watching the buttons pop off and fly away.
--you have your bedroom set up so that you can barricade the door at night, and only sleep there in the winter when it’s too cold to sleep in the living room where you can hear any attempt to get into your home from any possible entry point.