Y’all have me questioning a long-held truism:
The vast majority of those who call themselves homo sapiens are worthless, opportunistic, parasitic, evil scum, and should be avoided an nearly all costs.
Sean got me to thinking about it last month when he came out to my home range to shoot for his birthday. We were talking politics, and although I do not remember my comment verbatim, I said something along the lines of, “People are inherently evil, and only the threat of negative consequences (and our consciences for those few who actually possess such things) are all that keep nearly every one of them/us from all manner of evil actions.”
But you didn’t hesitate to meet with some random guy from the internet, who you knew would have at least one, probably two guns in his possession.
It was a statement, not a question. In fairness, although we had never met in person prior to that day, he had attended a TigerSwan class with one of only two people alive that I would trust with my life or any worldly possession, without question or hesitation, and said friend did not find the need to shoot him (Sean).
I don’t remember exactly how I responded, because he had got me to thinking. The fact that Larry had met him, the fact that I was also carrying two guns of my own, the fact that I had no intention of giving him cause to use either of his guns on me, and a myriad of other thoughts came to mind. How many of those exited my mouth is an unknown.
I didn’t think much more about it until very recently. I know that people are evil and should be avoided, so despite possible evidence to the contrary, I maintained my belief.
Then something very interesting happened. An amazing lady, whom I have never met, found this blog and linked it, numerous times, along with some very flattering comments. Those of you who have read more than one or two of my posts know that I spill my guts here from time to time. I bare my soul regularly. Too Much Information is standard fare.
I’m having a rough time on the domestic front at the moment, and said Amazing Lady, better known as A Girl and Her Gun, AKGRRRL, and several other people have all offered support, advice, kind words, and more.
One kind Olde Phart (as he called himself) even offered to send me some knives that he no longer had any use for, when he read my post lamenting about my lack of success in that department.
Gun folks are generally decent people. But they are still people. And people are bad, right? Otherwise, why am I the reclusive curmudgeon that I most certainly am? Why do I shun human contact outside my circle of trust? I’m a logical person. I do some stupid shit from time to time, sure, but everything I do makes sense at the time I do it.
Or does it? Or am I just a chickenshit, afraid of his own shadow?
No, that’s not it. I’m not afraid of people. I just don’t like them. Or do I?
I’ll be damned if I know.