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sabI sent this to a list of mine, but here too, so all of you who are out there and talking and taking care of one another know how much I rely on all your strength. On everyone's strength.
As for me, I don't think you fully comprehend how scared I am. I'm scared senseless. I'm scared where my teeth are chattering and my chest is tight and I'm cold all the time, and I had to look up "shock" on webMD. I made a doctor's appointment, but the earliest she could see me was Oct. 4th. I'm scared to be in rooms with closed doors. I'm scared to be alone. I'm scared of my TV, and my computer. I'm scared of rooms full of people, I'm scared of empty rooms too. I'm scared of the drinking water.
I have spent my LIFE fearing some distant apocalypse. It was a joke, growing up. Everyone knew it was my biggest fear. It's what caused my war fetish, people trying to make some sense out of destruction.
I just sit very still now, shaking, all the time. Trying to make conversation, so I don't look like a total wuss. Trying to smile, because it's cool to be brave, in this city where 200 firefighters went up the stairs when everyone else was coming down.
But I want to fucking get on a rocket ship to Mars, get out of here, get away. I was thinking it would be nice to be in jail. Because you know you're protected in jail, guards there all the time, right outside your door.
I am a total wimp, a discredit to this city. I just don't want to be scared anymore. People are engaged in ideological debate, people are rallying, are protecting one another, people are arguing over what to do next. The battle between amnesty and a retaliatory strike is being fought on mailinglists and in bars and among families over dinner. And I don't have the luxury to be ideological -- I wish I did. I swear to god. I don't care what happens. I just want to feel safe. Jesus christ, just for ten minutes. An hour. A day. Imagine, right?
I remember what it was like to take the subway, to watch TV, to eat a slice of pizza, to make a phone call. Before. And I just -- I can't REMEMBER. I was a different person, then.
k said bravery's getting past this. I am not past this.
And you know what else? It might be okay if I didn't feel safe, if I thought SOMEONE, somewhere felt safe. Anyone. Anywhere. Really. And not that imbecile president of ours, who showed up in NY four days late, and was the first president EVER to use the nuclear-proof command bunker to hide in. Even Kennedy didn't, during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Not that we ever thought this man was a Kennedy.
I was just -- I grew up this rolling snowball of kinetic energy. And you guys all know it -- folks here on this very list have said to me, "Em, we know you're going to do great things someday." Gonna be rich and famous, someday. Going to create great art, someday. What the FUCK does that make me now?
You know, I tried to smile at myself in my bathroom mirror. So I could look at the face of someone familiar, who didn't look scared. Someone I trusted. And it worked, until I looked away again.
So my self-preservation instinct keeps me here, drinking and smoking and trying to numb this, and if we EVER wondered why Hawkeye and BJ hid in martinis, we know now.
But I am in awe of everyone around me, and I love you all. And I'm glad Shana's not flying, and glad Kacey's safe and glad Laura's trying to find solace, somewhere, and glad Jae's looking out for us all.
But I have never, ever lived for the moment. And now I'm this rolling snowball of kinetic energy, rolling nowhere. You know?
What are we going to do?
As for me, I don't think you fully comprehend how scared I am. I'm scared senseless. I'm scared where my teeth are chattering and my chest is tight and I'm cold all the time, and I had to look up "shock" on webMD. I made a doctor's appointment, but the earliest she could see me was Oct. 4th. I'm scared to be in rooms with closed doors. I'm scared to be alone. I'm scared of my TV, and my computer. I'm scared of rooms full of people, I'm scared of empty rooms too. I'm scared of the drinking water.
I have spent my LIFE fearing some distant apocalypse. It was a joke, growing up. Everyone knew it was my biggest fear. It's what caused my war fetish, people trying to make some sense out of destruction.
I just sit very still now, shaking, all the time. Trying to make conversation, so I don't look like a total wuss. Trying to smile, because it's cool to be brave, in this city where 200 firefighters went up the stairs when everyone else was coming down.
But I want to fucking get on a rocket ship to Mars, get out of here, get away. I was thinking it would be nice to be in jail. Because you know you're protected in jail, guards there all the time, right outside your door.
I am a total wimp, a discredit to this city. I just don't want to be scared anymore. People are engaged in ideological debate, people are rallying, are protecting one another, people are arguing over what to do next. The battle between amnesty and a retaliatory strike is being fought on mailinglists and in bars and among families over dinner. And I don't have the luxury to be ideological -- I wish I did. I swear to god. I don't care what happens. I just want to feel safe. Jesus christ, just for ten minutes. An hour. A day. Imagine, right?
I remember what it was like to take the subway, to watch TV, to eat a slice of pizza, to make a phone call. Before. And I just -- I can't REMEMBER. I was a different person, then.
k said bravery's getting past this. I am not past this.
And you know what else? It might be okay if I didn't feel safe, if I thought SOMEONE, somewhere felt safe. Anyone. Anywhere. Really. And not that imbecile president of ours, who showed up in NY four days late, and was the first president EVER to use the nuclear-proof command bunker to hide in. Even Kennedy didn't, during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Not that we ever thought this man was a Kennedy.
I was just -- I grew up this rolling snowball of kinetic energy. And you guys all know it -- folks here on this very list have said to me, "Em, we know you're going to do great things someday." Gonna be rich and famous, someday. Going to create great art, someday. What the FUCK does that make me now?
You know, I tried to smile at myself in my bathroom mirror. So I could look at the face of someone familiar, who didn't look scared. Someone I trusted. And it worked, until I looked away again.
So my self-preservation instinct keeps me here, drinking and smoking and trying to numb this, and if we EVER wondered why Hawkeye and BJ hid in martinis, we know now.
But I am in awe of everyone around me, and I love you all. And I'm glad Shana's not flying, and glad Kacey's safe and glad Laura's trying to find solace, somewhere, and glad Jae's looking out for us all.
But I have never, ever lived for the moment. And now I'm this rolling snowball of kinetic energy, rolling nowhere. You know?
What are we going to do?
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Date: 2001-09-15 09:00 am (UTC)You wrote:
>k said bravery's getting past this. I am not past this.<
It's all right that you're not. A horrible thing happened. A horrible thing was purposefully done. Being scared doesn't make you a wimp or a wuss.
I don't know what to say except, try not to judge yourself harshly. Take care of yourself as much as you can. Let all of your friends take care of you.
[hugs Em tightly]