Mikey the Barbarian
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I was speaking with my wife yesterday (again) about the possibility of her learning how to use a handgun. So far, she's been resistant, and even a bit reluctant to even discuss it. We talked for a while about it, and my take was that she was somehow afraid of guns, or just didn't like guns. I told her the usual stuff, how a gun is as safe as the person handling it, they don't go off by themselves, etc.
She said, "That's not it."
"Oh, so what is the real roadblock, then? I really can't figure it out."
She looked at me for a long minute, then said, "I'm afraid I'll like it. Then I'll get hooked, and want more guns, more range time, more this, more that, and then wind up spending all my time, money and energy on it. If I don't start, then I can't get 'addicted'."
I stared at her for a minute, then hugged her, and said, "That's okay, I understand. I'm hooked m'self."
She just nodded, and we both went back to what we'd been doing.
She said, "That's not it."
"Oh, so what is the real roadblock, then? I really can't figure it out."
She looked at me for a long minute, then said, "I'm afraid I'll like it. Then I'll get hooked, and want more guns, more range time, more this, more that, and then wind up spending all my time, money and energy on it. If I don't start, then I can't get 'addicted'."
I stared at her for a minute, then hugged her, and said, "That's okay, I understand. I'm hooked m'self."
She just nodded, and we both went back to what we'd been doing.