Let’s face it. We are living in a crazy world. I always drive with my doors lock and if for some reason my doors aren’t locked and I pull up to a stop sign or light and I see some weirdo crossing the street, immediately I lock my doors. If I’m leaving a place at night, I will pull out my phone and put it to my ear as if I am talking to someone. I try to park under lights. I just try to remain safe at all times. I wouldn’t recommend it but you almost have to live your life in fear, and that is no fun.
The Main Course:
Now I have had my share of time at the gun range. I have had the pleasure of shooting a gun or two in my lifetime. I like to refer to them as Glocks. Because i’m cool like that. Plus it sounds better than a GUN! I remember my first time shooting a gun. In that cold range with about 10 others shooters aiming for their targets. I’m geared up. I have my gun, my goggles, my ear protectors. I thought I was ready to do work. I was scared though. My only thought was, what if someone goes crazy and just start shooting at people? There was one way in and one way out and my crew was no where near the exit. I took a deep breath and I tried to suppress my sudden anxiety in order to relish in the moment. I figured the time was then or never, so I got to shooting!!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I was not expecting the immediate recoil or power coming off the gun if you’ve never shot a gun before. Or those hot shells flying back at me. I figured I needed to switch guns. This was not for me. So I went to the front, exchanged whatever gun I had, for the 9mm. It was a little smaller but more sturdier. I gave it another try. I still had the recoil. I still had flying shells coming my way. But I did feel a little more comfortable. I tried my best to do damage to my target. At the end of the night, I had done a decent job. But I was ready to go! The next day, I did what most women do after they come across something they somewhat like. I made a Pinterest Board of cute little girly guns that I would like to one day own. I felt torn. I didn’t really want a gun but I liked the idea. A girl owning a gun is like a girl riding a motorcycle. It’s edgy, it’s sexy, it’s a head turner. I could hang with the big boys if I wanted to. But all I could think about was the fact that guns are soooooooooo dangerous.
I wondered if I would be able to pull the trigger if I felt endangered? Would I think to grab it? Would it be near me? What if I accidentally shot someone? Did I want to be that person walking around with a gun all the time? Could I honestly trust myself?
I don’t think the most sane person knows how they would react at their angriest, most vulnerable, most violated moment with a gun. Today, we have more killings and mass shooters because of these little weapons that hold a ton of power. War militia is getting in the hands of civilians every single hour. While people are dying by the minute. In the end, I don’t think I’ll own a gun. Perhaps pepper spray would be the best investment for me. Don’t laugh!
What do you think? Should this be the new norm? Will everyone soon possess a gun like everyone now has a cell phone? If it was up to me, no one would own a gun….but then we would have to hear from the National Riffle Association (NRA) people…and they would talk about their “rights”…blah blah blah. Things change….rules change…the times have changed. I think those rights that were penned by James Madison in 1791 needs to be revisited for the 21st Century!