- Why Jenn shouldn't have a gun, Vol I.
- January 14th, 2012
We've moved to a state with pretty lax gun laws. I mean, they're strict, but a cakewalk compared to NY gun laws. So now Shane owns two guns. He wanted me to learn to shoot. My parents were anti-gun hippies, really, and I've always grown up with the idea that guns are bad and dangerous.
He took me to the gun range and tried to teach me how to shoot. I cried when he loaded the gun, I cried when he fired it to show me how to do it, I cried when he handed me the gun, and I cried when I fired it. Something tells ME that handing a sobbing woman a gun is not the best idea. Apparently I am wrong, though.
I fire the gun a few times and never stop crying. Then a casing strikes the ceiling, ricochets back down and INTO my eye protection and burns my eyelid. BURNS IT. Now I'm crying from pain and fear. When it does it again and I am burned ON THE EYELID a second time, I tell I him that I really give up, I don't want to do it again.
Now I have a big burn scab on my eyelid. I feel like this is my dad's way of telling me I shouldn't be firing a gun.
The salesman and Shane tried to interest me in a handgun suitable for ladies that can be concealed in my purse. A huge selling point for them was that it wouldn't catch on anything and I could fire it through my purse. I just thank them for the information, while privately musing that there's no way I'd ever shoot through my purse and ruin it.
(I suppose if I were in some sort of situation where I NEEDED a gun, I'd be grateful. But honestly, I'm so uneasy around them that it's safer if I not have one.)