Since I got into the gun and self defense culture last year, I've found
myself having less and less in common with my friends. It's not that they
are bad people, I love them all dearly, but for the most part, they seem
to be sheep. I don't know what they think about privately, of course, but
from discussions we've had, or not had, for that matter, they seem to give
little thought to the danger around them, and rely on the Authorities for
protection. They are concerned with the next episode of Laguna Beach, and
the next big sale at the mall. I have never been interested in such
things, but even less so in the past year. I've woken up, I suppose, to
the world around me, and to the need for self-reliance. I spent Friday
evening with them, as we've done so many Friday evening before, and it
seems that I'm becoming less and less like them. I have less to add to
the conversations, and I care less about what they are talking about. I
care about them as people, and I want so bad for them to wake up as I
have, and I worry about what will happen to them if San Diego ever has a
major terrorist attack, avian flu outbreak, or Katrina-scale disaster.
I've tried to bring up guns, self-defense, and self-reliance with them,
but most are "afraid" of guns, or "hate" them. They can't see past
tomorrow, to what might happen, and to what every American ought to be
prepared for. They can't seem to fathom why one would want to be prepared
for the worst to happen.
Thanks for listening, just some thoughts I've had lately. Oh, I'm 23, by
the way, and these people range from 18-26.
-Dave
