Sitting in the safety of my living room, reading about bomb plots, I sometimes wonder about the security of my commute. But then the time comes to get going in the morning and my head is clear of any notion that something might happen. When I arrive at my desk, I remember I was supposed to be worried and I feel irresponsible.
I’m not trying to ignore the threat, but at the most crucial times, it’s the furthest thing from my mind. I can see how that unconscious selectivity helps me function as a human being, but I wish it was a manual shut-off valve instead of an automatic.
How do you guys deal?
I drive through the Lincoln Tunnel ten times a week. I'm aware of my vulnerability, and looking around when I'm in it, but those thoughts escape when I'm above ground.
Traffic is jacked up these days. Everybody is a suspect.
i think about it a decent amount.
i felt a little relieved when i got off the train today and nothing happened. i usually "forget" to be worried, but not always.
I don't even think about it, honestly. It's not in my control, so I can't affect what happens unless it's within my reach. To paralyze yourself with fear or worry is to give into it, and to always have it in your consciousness is to lose control of yourself. I'm glad we are in a place where we can protect ourselves and each other and I don't take it for granted, but where we want to be in my opinion is where we can function without being overwhelmingly fearful of terror.
It's bad enough we have to worry about not getting shot up or robbed the minute we step out the door or even getting hit by random bullet shots from people who have no business holding a gun. "I got this, you go out and play or work..." and basically live your life and pursue happiness.
3) Yeah, I just try to put it out of my head.
And this past weekend I avoided everything on TV and in the magazines, papers and on-line about 9.11. Yeah, I put a few things up here but I really have no desire to relive that. I understand why people do--and I think remembering is different from being involved in it--and that's cool, but for me, nah. Living through it was bad enough.