This is not political. I’m not taking a stand here on the right to bear arms or the logic behind background checks. I’m simply explaining why I personally do not want to own a gun. But it appears that to even make a personal statement of that “magnitude,” some would have me clarify my thoughts on their choice to have guns. So I allow me to answer in like fashion as some of my favorite gun-toting pals have shared with me on some of my other “issues.”
I have lots of friends who own guns. I don’t ever want my friends who own guns to feel like I look differently at them, or that I fear them. I don’t have a problem with their choices or how they live their personal lives. I just don’t like the kind of gun-freaks that want to flaunt it, make a big deal about it, and even flash it in my face that they own guns. You know the ones; they wear t-shirts that say things like, “Gun Control is a Tight 5-Point Shot Group,” or “God, Guns, and Glory.” I also don’t think they should prance around talking about their guns in front of children. I think it’s okay for gun-owners to raise children together as long as they don’t force their gun beliefs on their children and make them decide about guns before they are old enough. When I see pictures of elementary school children with guns in their hands, smiling parents standing next to them, I often wonder why CPS isn’t being called.
What really ticks me off is when they try to convert me. I don’t know if they get some kind of prize or a box of free ammo when they sway someone toward NRA membership, but I really don’t want them telling me that I should own a gun. That’s where I draw the line. Keep your leather holster to yourself there, buddy.
Here’s why I don’t own a gun. I think that when you look at the Adam Lanzas (Sandy Hook Elementary School) and David Berkowitzs (Son of Sam) of the world – there’s really only one little synapse or chemical imbalance in the head between them and us. I mean, how much does anyone really know about psychopaths, sociopathy, and insanity. Even the experts can only speculate. Likewise on the current research on depression, impulse control, and other brain and socio/psychological disorders that have blossomed like earthquakes, hurricanes, and tsunamis over the last 50 years. Fact is, what separates you from me is one false move, one spark of recognition, one apparent threat that turns a calm demeanor into a raging lunatic with a finger on the trigger. I don’t own a gun because I know myself enough to know that I don’t know what I don’t know.
I’m one of the most self-analytical people I know. So when I say that I choose not to own a gun because I don’t ever want to allow the possibility that I might use it on myself or someone else in a moment of darkness or a rage of anger – I don’t say that lightly. I have aged to the point where I control myself when people piss me off. I have overcome severe depression over the years and I’ve done it (for the most part) without drugs. So I’d pass a background check. All in all, I’d probably be just fine with a gun my home. In the state I reside now, I’d be able to get a handgun before you can hit “like” on this post. But I think I’d rather die at the hands of an idiot with a gun who doesn’t like that I love another woman, rather than hurt the ones that I love by taking my life or that of someone else. Some might say that logic makes no sense to them. I respect their right to disagree.
I don’t judge gun owners. I know there is a percentage of gun owners that take their own lives, and those that use guns to murder or rob. So I pray that everyone that owns a gun does so from a right mind and heart. I don’t know how I feel about the variety and types of guns there are out there. I don’t know what I think about limiting magazines, or types of bullets, semi-automatic versus automatic, etc. All I know is, if owning a gun makes someone happy and feel safe and normal – as long as they don’t point it at me or someone else – I’m okay with that.