Last night of the Proms/Terrorism/Living in fear - Rabrrrrrr's perspective

[Rabrrrrrr]

Have been listening to the NPR broadcast of the last night of the Proms - great music, if unchallenging, but it's a last night celebration; people don't want to think about their music, they want to have fun and sing along!

The announcer kept talking after the show, with the mikes picking up the sound of the crowd, and lots of popping sounds in the background.

What I found interesting was this: we are now in a time wherein the announcer felt the need to reassure the radio audience that the pops were balloons, not gunfire, and that the people at the Proms were indeed safe, just popping balloons.

It's a f-ed up world when we have to think to ourselves "Better reassure the people at home we aren't being attacked here."

Very damn sad.

[speckledgator]

1. what I find

interesting is how much less stress I have in Canada....I think everyone there does not have a gun. You never know here....and I have hit the pavement when a balloon popped....

[Rabrrrrrr]

2. I haven't hit the pavement yet, but I still tend to jerk around

when I hear a loud popping sound, plane flying too close, or any sudden kinda sound.

I understand way, way better now the vietnam and other vets who continue to react to short abrasive sounds. I only had a few hours of trauma (WTC attacks) - and it affected me. Can't imagine what it must have been like to be combat situations for a year or more.

For the first few days after the attacks, even the sound of motorcycles would freeze me in my tracks and fill my heart with panic and fire up my adrenalin levels. God, I hated those first days after the attack. What a frazzled bit of nerves I was.