I’m a total shrieking coward, and I have no problem admitting that. I don’t do confrontation of any kind, and if there’s even a remote chance I could either look stupid, fail, or hurt myself attempting something, I won’t do it. I’m insanely jealous of people who don’t care about those things, they just want to have fun and try new things, but I’m not one of them. I’m absurdly risk averse, and while in some instances it was the smartest decision I could have made, in others, it was one of the dumbest. I wish I had more chutzpah, but I don’t.
I read stories about people dying for their beliefs, be they political, religious, or otherwise, and I just know that I don’t have the stones to do that. I’d say or do whatever I needed to in order to survive, and deal with my conscience when it was over. Is that cowardice? I don’t know. I wouldn’t think it was at the time.