I'm naturally cool as hell when something goes wrong. Dunno why, just am (I'm definitely
not especially cold-blooded in general). Weird thing happens in traffic? I act, get out the other side, and only in retrospect go "oh, wait... that was really bad" (now, oddly, if something happens ahead in traffic but
doesn't affect me, after a beat I often get a pretty strong adrenaline kick that's fairly unpleasant, but for whatever reason it either doesn't happen or I never feel it at all if I actually need to react)
Work emergency? Awesome, I'm fine—great, even. Serious family problem that could be of the life-or-death sort? I will get. Shit. Done. As long as shit needs to be done, and will keep it together the whole time without a moment's lapse or even really having to try not to fall apart.
I sometimes think I'd probably have been an awesome mammoth hunter.
Alas, normal life these days rarely offers opportunities to operate at actual-peak perfect-flow state like that, and I like life enough that I've not tried to fill that void with extreme sports or anything of that sort.
I think the "I actually kind of prefer serious emergencies to normal, safe life, maybe?" thing isn't super rare. Dunno if it's normal, exactly, but I think it's common enough.