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This comment was responding to number 1 D:

Perhaps you should. His genetics make him prone to fainting in such situations.

perhaps I should have said basic biology and English class. How one responds to pain is based on hormones and gender that regulate the release of endorphins. I understand that OP was " trying" to say that he/she is genetically predispositioned to respond to pain by fainting however the statement " my genetics would rather slam my face into the ground" is ridiculous and any English teacher would be appalled as would Watson and crick. Ones DNA "wouldn't rather" do anything. Nucleic acids don't have a thought process...

I guess so, because you skipped the day where they taught you what anthropomorphism is.

Seriously, anthropomorphism is what you are going with? Of course geneticists all over the world should abandon all science and embrace a concept derived for story telling and fables. Let me guess you also believe poseidon controls the sea too? And that rocks can have human characteristics like emotions. And FYI the only time anthropomorphism comes into play regarding science is in the debate whether animals share the same complex emotions as humans not whether nucleotides have decision making capabilities...

You clearly looked up the wrong definition of anthropomorphism. It is the "Attribution of human motivation, characteristics, or behavior to inanimate objects, animals, or natural phenomena." You know, a literary device...

Yes I know what it means... Hence  why I said do you believe rocks ( an inanimate object) have emotions (a human attribution).  What I think you are trying to say ( though very poorly) is that the OP meant to  use " my genetics decided" as a way to give a human  attribute to something not human. However, that sort of literally device  really doesn't belong in the world of science- which is based on fact and logic not empathic beakers and caring pollypeptides. 

The OP is telling a story, not writing a science journal. Literary devices are perfectly acceptable. You seem to not know what you're talking about.

The only solution is to wrap yourself in shitloads of bubble wrap! GO GO GO, WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME.