Some weeks ago, the SDMB was encountered with an interesting creature…the Panicked, Hysterical, Emotionally Crippled Jarbabyj, and I vowed she would never come back, as it made me look a) ignorant, b) childish and c) irresponsible.
However, PHECJarbabyj showed up at my house last night, wondering how I was reacting to the war starting…and I must say…she made a strong argument to reappear.
So, before I go down the spiral again (as I did last night, staying up until 3:00 watching the news)…perhaps more level headed, intelligent dopers can set me on the road to rights.
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When I hear the Taliban and Bin Laden are “fully prepared for holy war”, and they seem very calm and measured about it, I assume this means they have nuclear weapons that can level our country. I hear anecdotally that there are nuclear bombs that can fit in BRIEFCASES and flatten NYC. How can we ever prepare against that?
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When I hear that there are two cases of Anthrax in Florida right now, I assume this means we might ALL have Anthrax or it’s on it’s way up the coast. The Butcher at Jewel (who I know is not an expert) informed me that you wouldn’t know for two weeks if you had Anthrax, and that it could kill 100,000 in weeks and spreads faster than a cold. HOW can we prepare against THAT?
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When I hear that Iran and Iraq are now condemning our attacks (when I thought at least one of them was on our side two weeks ago), I assume that our coalition is falling apart and bin Laden’s is growing.
And finally, I have almost successfully convinced myself of this, but it would be nice to hear others feel the same. Can we quit calling people who are afraid to fly or afraid to go to the Hancock building “cowards”, “ridiculous”, “stupid” and my favorite “repulsively unpatriotic”? I am afraid. I’ve been mildly to severely afraid for a month or so, and it’s not letting up. The fact is, I’m 29, I’m thinking about having a baby soon, my husband had a big audition last week, my book is with an agent for the second round of edits, I lost 14 pounds, I just got medication to improve my mood and it’s working…consequently, I have no desire to die. I am in fact, AFRAID to die. I don’t care if it’s “my time”, or there’s “nothing I can do about it”. I DON’T WANT TO DIE.
I work in the shadow of the Hancock building in Chicago, in a high rise, in one of the most densely populated square miles in the country. And today I hear “100% of a retaliatory act”. Chicago looks like a pretty good place for it. So when you try to tell me that it’s “useless” to be afraid, I understand that. I am still afraid. When you tell me that being scared means they win…then count me among the casualties.
I’m not panicky yet…but when I see the Hancock go down, or my boss’ lungs turn to slush from a chemical attack, you can bet I’m going to be.
jarbaby