On very rare occasions, I feel stressed out,,,
But one must first define stress.
"Definition of Stress"
The confusion created when one's mind must override the body's desire to choke the living crap out of someone who truly deserves it.
This sounds like a frivolous post but it's really not.
Just a few months ago I was in the WalMart parking lot,,,
Some young punk was barking (like a dog) at a proverbial "little old lady".
I really wanted to walk over and slap the punk senseless,,,
But I was carrying my handgun so I felt it wasn't wise.
Instead I walked over and offered to help her load her groceries into her car.
I gave the punk (high school senior or university freshman),,,
My most fierce eat feces and die look,,,
He got the message and left.
I know I did the right, correct, & smart thing,,,
But it was definitely very "stressful",,,
I wanted very much to slap him,,,
He truly deserved it.
The purpose of this post is not to tell a cool story,,,
But to relate a necessary shift in mindset when carrying a gun.
One can not succumb to the urge to be a street avenger,,,
There lies madness, as well as prison time.
Caje: The coward dies a thousand times, the brave only once.
Kirby: That's about all it takes, ain't it?
Combat: "A Silent Cry"
Aarond is good,,, Aarond is wise,,, Always trust Aarond! (most of the time)