{"id":650,"date":"2001-10-11T17:06:00","date_gmt":"2001-10-11T17:06:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog2\/?p=650"},"modified":"2001-10-11T17:06:00","modified_gmt":"2001-10-11T17:06:00","slug":"anxiety","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/anxiety\/","title":{"rendered":"anxiety"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>i was in the middle of a post about how jumpy i&#8217;ve been post-september 11th.  i was describing the plane which flew by my window this afternoon. how the low-flying prop plane was heading distinctly away from the airport and towards downtown, leaving a slight trail of black smoke.  i was writing about how all these horrible scenarios lept to mind as i watched it go past.  it crashing into the bridge i go across twice daily.  the exhaust actually being a toxic substance being crop-dusted over the populace.  i was writing about how i used to love looking up to see an airplane flying by.  i&#8217;d sigh softly and wish i were in that metal tube travelling somewhere or returning from someplace.  now, i look at them and think &#8220;that seems rather low. oh my god, that&#8217;s big. i hope it doesn&#8217;t crash.&#8221;  i was writing about the fear i feel, just below the surface, in everything i do and everything i see.  how that fear isn&#8217;t going away whether i think on it or try my best to ignore it and the things which caused it.<br \/>\nthen there was a large rumbling noise in the building and the fire alarms went off.  i imagined the worst as i gathered my wallet &#038; keys and ushered everyone out of the department as is my duty as fire warden.  making my way down the hall, past the screaming alarm bells, i may have looked calm but inside&#8230; inside i was screaming for my mommy and praying it was just a false alarm.<br \/>\nit was. thank god.<br \/>\nnow, i&#8217;m home. safe. fed. almost warm.  i&#8217;m emotionally exhausted and i&#8217;m going to have a nap.  i hope i don&#8217;t dream.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>i was in the middle of a post about how jumpy i&#8217;ve been post-september 11th. i was describing the plane which flew by my window this afternoon. how the low-flying prop plane was heading distinctly away from the airport and towards downtown, leaving a slight trail of black smoke. i was writing about how all <span class=\"ellipsis\">&hellip;<\/span> <span class=\"more-link-wrap\"><a href=\"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/anxiety\/\" class=\"more-link\"><span>Read More &rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-650","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-words"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/650","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=650"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/650\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=650"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=650"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=650"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}