NotTheGuyYouKill
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This is a short little tale about guns from like 2 or 3 years ago. Nothing really disturbing other than what was going on in my head.
My aunt works in security. Sometimes these workers can get into extremely dangerous situations so they carry guns (this isn't USA by the way) and they also have a place at headquarters where you can train with your 9mm. So one day me and my cousin went to try out this shooting range. They had an interactive game where there is video of a situation and you have to make sure you shoot "the bad guy".
Well I'm not a gun person and holding that small gun I was a bit caught off guard by how heavy it was. But that kick and sound when it shoots. I have immense respect for the power contained in this little thing. But it was at this moment where I thought "you know, I could just turn around and shoot my cousin and aunt and who would stop me? I'm the only one armed. They wouldn't be able to react quickly enough. Sure I wouldn't make it out of the building but at that point my life would be over anyways.
Of course I'm aware it's a bizarre thought to have and I have never fantasized about killing anyone. However, with that gun in your hand you become a God.
Moral of the story? I'm not surprised so many shootings happen at all. So much power in one little click. It's fucked up. Oh, and no I haven't held a gun since. Not that I would actually kill anyone and don't trust myself. More so that I have too much respect from these things.
It's heartening to see someone realize just how dangerous a gun is..