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Originally Posted by abaya
Wow. Crompsin, I have to be honest here: if I found out that my date was carrying a gun (anywhere, but especially on a date), that would seriously freak me out. It would probably be a dealbreaker right there. Not that my opinion matters, since I'm married anyway, but just wanted to comment on that.
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I guess we come from completely different backgrounds. I can understand your perspective, I really do. I hope this helps.
Think of it as some kind of macabre good luck charm, a carry-over from my time in the army where I carried an automatic rifle with a grenade launcher for an entire year at a time without every once having the opportunity to squeeze either trigger. Voodoo. Karma. Magic. A bizarre protective talisman. Just having it kept me alive.
I seldom carry a pistol due to my current lifestyle (school), not all that often in comparison to most people with this type of license... but when I do carry it? I never need the damn thing and I never worry about needing it... because it's there. Not once has the thing left the holster in an emergency. Not even close. I figure it never will.
I take comfort in that fact, not the fact that I have a firearm.
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I have a concealed weapons permit because I feel that if I carry this two pound piece of metal around with me sometimes... I'll never need to use it.
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Statistics, silly little numbers they are, dictate that I will never need to use my concealed weapon. Not even close to once in my entire life. Infinitesimal chance. However, on the impossible chance that I'm, oh, shoe-shopping at the outlet mall or catching a late movie at the cineplex with the girlfriend and some nutjob with a shotgun and Glock (TM, the Preferred Weapon of School Shooters) wants to get all homicidal and emo on the crowd? After I'm done belly-flopping on the ground like a soldier yelling "Incoming!" and have carefully inventoried all my fingers and toes, he's in for a real surprise: victims that shoot back. There would be zerp joy in doing such, either. It would suck.
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I'm not some paranoid schizo who talks to his piece and plays quickdraw in the mirror.
I've never hurt anybody. I certainly don't plan it on, either.
My life is worth carrying a silly piece of steel around.
I don't have a badge-of-the-man but I will in the future.
Does that make it easier to understand?
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I'm a sane, responsible, hard-working pseudo-civilian. Why are you afraid of me being armed in a country where the bad guys are often armed?