Part 2: http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2013/07/22/stupid-immoral-dangerous-coward-my-month-with-a-gun.html
Let me guess. Does "doubling down on stupid" sound about right?
(not done reading)
Sometimes the thoughts intensify and I can’t sleep at all. Mostly, the gun in my house causes me an anxiousness and fear that’s draining. And it leads to some questions that have no easy answers.
Sounds a bit like what I've been experiencing this past week. No gun necessary.
Since having the gun I’ve had two repairmen, a carpet cleaner, and a salesmen in my home. If the gun’s for self-protection, it’s not going to do any good in the safe,..
O-kaaaaay. Think, Heidi, think. You're on to something here. Work it through.
but it’s not really practical to have the gun pointing at them as they work. How else would I eliminate the element of surprise if I were attacked?
But then she turns on the stupid.
Suspiciousness and fear of people is new to me, and I don’t like it.
No, Heidi, it's not new. You've hated and feared
us for a while.
The worst part was running into friends as I ran errands. I’m a hugger, and I learned very quickly that hugging is not a good idea when wearing a weapon.
<Snicker. >
Did anyone tell her about the "Walmart Walk"?
thought the gun would make me feel more powerful, more confident, and less fearful. I was wrong. All I felt was fear....There were days when I put the gun back in the safe and stayed home because it simply took too much energy to be scared.
It's all about her feelings.
I learned a lot during my month with a gun.
I suspect she didn't, really.
And I didn’t have to worry that one day I would get a diagnosis or have a personal crisis and have a gun on hand to turn on myself.
Yup, one great big bundle of anxieties.
I learned guns are heavy and hard to conceal.
Not always, Heidi. Yeah, your G17 is a brick.
I learned that some gun owners aren’t very nice when you write something they don’t like.
But Heidi, we don't, and can't know this for a fact. Your moderators allowed only a very, very few comments to be posted.
Today I sit in a different coffee shop, Peet’s Tea & Coffee, because, unlike Starbucks, it doesn’t allow weapons.
That sign? Never mind, Heidi. You wouldn't get the point I'd try to make.
I’m just a mom who wanted to see what it felt like. Now I know.
You know what it felt like,
for you.
Yup, doubling down.