I'm probably the best at keeping a level head out of all my friends whether it's from a bee buzzing around my head, to getting into near death experiences. As weird as it is I find comfort in situations where others around me are scared/panicking. I put it down to British stubbornness, seeing how silly everyone else looks panicking and not wanting to look like that. Plus someones gotta keep a level head right?
I'm usually the diffuser in chaotic situations, I hate conflict and will avoid it whenever possible. I remember being at McDonalds after a party drunk with a group of friends, and some 30 year old decided to start insulting me because of my hair, started calling me a faggot and shit like that. My friends are very protective of me and their blood started boiling, tempers rose, arguments started escalating and they wanted to beat the shit out of this guy. Despite being the victim I told them to back off, to leave him alone and calm them down because I didn't want to end a good night on a low with them being arrested. I just wanted some nuggets.
I'll usually shut down someone who wants to argue with niceness and try to keep it peaceful. Most of the time their reasons to try argue with me are silly, and they're just looking for a fight because someone else has made them angry or they've had a shit day, so I wont give them the reason they're looking for to argue. My drama days are well over with, I'm too mature to get involved in petty shit. If I had a grudge with you before it's water under the bridge
Am I afraid of death? No. When you start riding motorbikes there's like an invisible contract you sign with yourself that whatever happens, happens. I've had so many near death experiences on the bike alone that it's normal for me to just pick myself up, pick the bike up, make sure it's still working fine, dust myself off then carry on. Most people would fucking rage at the other driver, but i'll just stay calm and brush it off. The other drivers are always a lot more terrified, I don't care what injuries I might have picked up there's an older lady coming over to me shaking, panicking over what she's done. I'm just telling her not to worry about it and calm her down because I'm scared she's about to have a heart attack
I remember having a conversation with one of my close friends down the pub about riding, and his views were that if he crashes and ends up dead then that's more than fine with him, because he died doing what he loves the most. "And you can bet i'll have the biggest smile on my face all the way to the end, because i'd rather die doing what I enjoy the most. I'd rather die young doing what I love, than of old age working some boring 9-5 desk job every day". That was also one of the last conversations I had with him because a couple days later on a ride out he lost control of his bike and crashed into a tree. So that conversation haunts me to this day but it's something I hold close to my heart. It's also why i've mellowed out a lot, because life's too short to hold grudges, to hold anger and hate