It has now been close to 48 hours since my mugging-by-gunpoint. Dealing with all of the necessary measures (credit/debit card cancelling, keys being re-cut, fobs deactivated, locks changed, etc.) has been a pain, but nothing ridiculously crazy. I think it’s the psychological aspect of it all that has really taken its toll on me.
When the whole incident happened, I remember having a sort of sixth sense that something bad was going to go down. I saw one of the muggers loitering around the Potomac Avenue metro when I got off. I saw him slowly walking in my direction. I heard footsteps behind me for a couple of blocks. And then when the gun was pointed at my head, I was eerily calm…almost like an out-of-body, surreal experience. I did exactly what they told me to do and luckily I wasn’t hurt.
That night, I was a bit angry and in a sense of shocked disbelief, but otherwise I was fine by most standards. The past two days though, I’ve felt progressively worse. The feeling is almost malaise-ish; definitely a bit out of sorts.
One of my friends told me that I shouldn’t underestimate how long this could stay with me…the mental aspect, at least. I thought I would be totally fine after seeing how I reacted that first night, but I know now it will take a bit longer. I just need to keep talking to people, letting it out, and confronting my fears about the situation.
After helping Keeks & Josh move tomorrow, I’m looking forward to a relaxing weekend…including lots of QT with friends. Hopefully that’ll help me on this road to recovery.
P.S. I think I doubled the amount I have cussed in my entire life the few minutes following the mugging. Hilarious.