People
always think
I'm stronger than I am
because I'm tall. And,
maybe because of that, I feel
protective of friends who are
shorter than me (whether or not
they want me to be). People usually
back off from me when I confront them,
but maybe not just because of my height.
I think it also might have something to do
with the fact that, in these situations, I
don't ever envision the fight. I think
that helps in its not coming to pass, you
know? Just like how if you want something
to happen, it always helps if you envision
it in detail. It's not that I purposely
avoid envisioning a fight; I just don't.
(If I'd ever been raped or mugged, my mind
probably wouldn't afford me this luxury.)
I just get very still inside, and I
look them in the eyes with what feels
like a very blank expression. I
don't know if it's the height, or
the lack of emotion, or the
fact that I'm a woman-- 
probably a combo of
all three.



Anyway, there's no fight. One of my friends
pulls me away into a cab and off we go.