Originally Posted by
jhood001
I personally carry because I am dying to act out a scene from one of the many action movies I've seen. I want to dash and dive behind cover while well placed bottles, lamps and other easily shattered items explode around me. I carry because I want to look like a badass when I walk through the smoke after the shoot-out is over...
Actually, no.
I carry because I love people. I love strangers. I love happy people going about their business serving lattes or hustling to an important meeting without giving me a second glance. I genuinely love these people that I see every single day as I move through life. I don't necessarily care about their issues or their problems. Those things would require a personal relationship between us in order for me to begin to care about them. But it doesn't matter. I like seeing them as they are: happy and carefree.
I see people happily going about their business on a day to day basis completely oblivious to the fact that at any moment, a person not falling into the class of people I just described can do something absolutely horrible to the people I care about. I know that in a 99% perfect life, there is a 1% possibility of someone doing something incredibly awful. I know that life isn't perfect despite how hard we try to make it be so.
Perhaps this view-point means that I'm paranoid. Perhaps I have endured an experience personally somewhere within my history that has made me unable to fully enjoy an ignorant bliss of my own. That's fine. I'm okay with it and my loss is the gain of everyone else around me.
I carry because I want to live regardless of the life-threatening circumstances I might find myself within. And going even further, I want to preserve the life of everyone around me that brings me joy - whether they are friend, family, or a complete stranger.
Your neighbor may not be up to the task. He may have never experienced a moment in life where his ability to carry on with his own joyful existence was no longer within his own control and was instead, within the hands of someone who didn't give two-shits about him. You can't blame a guy for not understanding something he has never experienced.
So long as your neighbor is appreciative of you and your values, I wouldn't give a second thought about it. We can't all be brain surgeons -
And we can't all be expected to take the fight to the worthless degenerate trash that wish to do us harm when the moment arises.