create that panic attack. . . and enjoy it!

this week i have spent almost all of my waking time eating the chocolates from my christmas stocking–and reading facebook messages.  in fact, i’m spending so much time on facebook that i’m starting to worry that i’m living in my computer like i was in december 2010.  which was part of the reason i made the resolution in 2011 to meet all 325 of my facebook friends.  i am reading messages from new facebook friends.  they tell me about fear, isolation, disappointment, self-loathing.  mostly, it’s people who have said “i can’t” and the can’t is anything outside their door.  in fact, there’s a few where that door is their bedroom door and they can’t even manage parts of their house.

these are smart, plugged in, caring sometimes very funny and witty people.  they feel they’ve disappointed their families.  they wish they could travel and experience the real world.  they have made a place for themselves on facebook.  and now i’m part of that world.

according to some interpretations of the mayan calendar, the world will end in december 2012. according to the digital marketing firm icrossing, facebook will have its one billionth user set up an account on august 12, 2012. spooky!

 

one new friend is brandon, twenty six years old, living in los angeles.  he has trouble with panic attacks.  he has gone to the emergency room absolutely convinced he’s having a heart attack.   boy,  i’ve done that! he has gone through periods of being housebound.  me too!  we have been messaging each other quite a bit and we’ve discovered something else we share.  the outside world is frightening because we’re scared we’re going to have a panic attack and we’re going to be embarrassed, helpless, made fun of.  as brandon put it to me, if he is at home he knows that if he panics, he can make a cup of tea, sit on the couch, try to calm down and call 911 if absolutely necessary.

he made me think about why i’m scared of flying.  i know statistically the plane is unlikely to crash which is what i say when people ask me what i’m afraid of.  but i have that moment when my heart starts racing as the plane is taking off.  . .

one time, i was on a plane and the person i was with said "oh, that's the noise the plane makes just before it crashes". i screamed. i was so ashamed of myself that i spent the rest of the flight with bright red hives. and didn't get on a plane again for years. and then only with a lot of white wine sloshing around my stomach.

i’m scared of the panic of flying.  i’m also scared of the panic of being in grocery stores, trains, crowds, dinner parties, lunches, offices.

i'm completely freaked by wal-mart but a lot of people are. it's like they've stuffed the entire planet into a pig's intestine.

brandon forces himself to go out and create a panic attack, and let it wash all over him.  that’s basically what my entire 2011 was all about.  letting the panic wash all over me as i made my way through a list of facebook friends.  in some sense, trusting each facebook friend to be a friend.  sometimes i would have to say “i’m having a panic attack, help me”  and you know what?  no friend ever let me down when i asked for help.

brandon and i agreed that we both have done the usual–antidepressants, sedatives, drinking too much, therapy.  and so have a lot of the new facebook friends i’ve been introduced to.  i think brandon’s trying something very interesting.  and i think it’s time for me to get back to being out from behind my computer screen.  because if i don’t do that, i’ll backslide into being someone scared.

my new year’s resolution last year was to meet my 325 facebook friends.  around this time last year, i was taking baby steps towards my goal.  i didn’t think about how impossible it was.  i didn’t think about how i would have to get on a plane.  i tried not to think about the philippines, taiwan, korea, india. . . i secretly hoped all my facebook friends would move to winnetka, illinois.  if you’ve made a resolution–especially one to get outside your comfortableness–you should be making one small step every single day.

i'm a big believer in index cards and datebooks. this time last year i was definitely working on a day at a time. . .

 

if your new years resolution is to make a million dollars, you might need to set a goal of making $2,739  a day.  if your resolution is to lose ten pounds, maybe you should be scheduling time to work out. . . and adding one minute every day to how long you work out.  if your resolution is to go to your sister’s wedding when you haven’t been outside of the house in a year, maybe it’s time for you to get a copy of bride’s magazine and look at how much fun people have with weddings.

all right, i have to go create a panic attack. . .

 

 


5 responses to “create that panic attack. . . and enjoy it!

  • S.Emerald

    In relation to your poll: it’s both 1 and 2.

    For instance, I’m terrified of heights and airplanes.
    I recently, went on a tour of europe and for weeks leading up to the trip I was terrified that the plane would crash. I got on the plane and I sat down.
    My heart pace had quickened, but not too much. Then, we were told to buckle up and the plane started moving!!!! I completely freaked out. I started cursing and yelling saying that I would rather get off the plane.

    The people I was traveling with made me feel bad about it. They basically said that I was an embarrassment and that I was panicking on purpose! I ended up having have to take a pill, but I was still scared and I had a hard time falling asleep. I have so many phobias, that I almost always freakout when I have to face to face them. I’m reluctant to admit my phobias to people. That whole trip, I was scared about my phobias and of course, people would find out I ask me tons of negative questions>_<

    • arlynnpresser

      i know exactly what you’re feeling like! and man, i’ve been there about planes. i only think that we just have to keep trying and trying again to expose ourselves to the things we are afraid of and to get control of our responses. for planes, i’m very much a “i’ll have a preflight beer” or maybe two. i know that’s not how i SHOULD be but it’s how i am. have to be a little buzzed. but i’m not really afraid of anything but the takeoff.

      besides, you have horrid friends to make fun of you!!! stick with me and with people who read this blog. don’t travel with those folks again!

      • S.Emerald

        Actually, they were some relatives of mine:/

        I’ve learned my lesson from that disastrous trip, I won’t be traveling with them or tours again!

        If I travel, I’ll go with friends:)

  • arlynnpresser

    OMG, the people you’re supposed to rely upon! well, actually, the person who told me “that’s the noise the plane makes just before it crashes” was my ex-husband. he has regretted that comment so much that i don’t and cannot blame him at all.

    next time fly with me. we’ll be great. pre-flight beer at the bar across from the gate. wait til everybody boards then take our seats. tell the flight attendants they are handsome or beautiful or brilliant because nobody else is going to do it. then imagine ourselves as beautiful placid egyptian goddesses who just happen to be lifted up into the air by the product of a hundred years of engineering genius that has existed for one reason only. well, two. us.

  • Fernando Zamudio

    Congratulations ! What happend with the rest 10% ? do you any plan to visit face to face ?

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