reasons for my (recent) anxiety

I've been taking a break from blogging, although I'd rather be taking a break from life. In times like these where it's easy to be pulled into the darkness of the falling economy and wars I've tried to keep myself upbeat. Long behold my upbeat attitude was demolished and I have been a huge ball of anxiety this week. On Saturday I had spent the day with my friend. We went to grab some tasty Perkins and even better drinks. While chitchatting the time away, we sucked down three rum and cokes. I made my exit gracefully after she had been seducing the bartender and slightly stumbled home. I have always been very keen to my surroundings so walking never scares me. In an odd train of thought I decide to have a smoke outside before I attempt the three flights of stairs to my heavenly bed.I usually don't smoke outside at night but it was before midnight and I was tipsy. As I sit waiting for my friend to call me back to let me know she got home safe a pair of men walk up to me and ask for a cig. Not a big deal, I tell them a lie that I am out. They keep walking after one of them fumbled and says he needs a lighter since his friend gave him a cig anyway. I graze my hand at the bottom of my purse for the needed flame when his friend pulls out a gun and places it to my temple. Now I have never had a gun to my head before and for those of you who haven't let me tell you it's by far the scariest thing ever. The gunman yells at me to give him my purse. Not wanting to risk my life when they'd end up taking my purse whether I was dead or alive, I took it out of my lap and handed it to them. As they nonchalantly walked away I yelled back at them asking if I could have my phone back. Who does that? Honestly I don't know what got into me! They yelled 'bitch no' and continued walking approaching a man outside of the building next to me. As they headed closer to him I grabbed my keys that were luckily in my lap and headed inside. In a frantic I started walking down the first floor and as I got to the mail boxes a group of people were leaving their apartment to go smoke. I asked to use their phone and explained the situation. The cops arrived with in a minute, which was surprising. And in about 5 they pulled up out front with one the men. Just my luck, he lacked my purse and the gun. So I had to talk to the police to put in my report. After what seemed like forever I finished up my statement just as the man from the other building walked up saying that he was assaulted by the two men! I thanked him for coming forward and exited the cop car feeling lucky to have been well that damn lucky! Immediately I ran to my friends apartment which happens to be next door to mine and she called in the troops. The two other girls I hang out with regularly showed up and we talked after I got off the phone with my bank. The things I learned out of this is I am a weak, skinny white girl and people were bound to fuck with me sooner or later. That I have the BEST friends ever and I have never been so happy to have such wonderful people in my life. Also, that I get extremely sarcastic under pressure. So I survived my first mugging. Do I get a gold star for that? I'm still trying to get over it and straighten everything up, but I'm okay. Well, better as the days roll on. I'm just so shocked that someone would be willing to risk my life and future for as little as they got. I guess the times really are changing....