had a scary thought

Panic attack. It was late. Pushed the button. Intent was a related option set aside for the sake of flavor.
 
If you live long enough you discover there is no justice or fairplay in life. Then you start cutting throats when no one is looking.

Uncomfortably accurate point. Although I would suggest there's no guaranteeof justice or fair play.

and it's funny you mention this, because I was just thinking; looked at my hands. I use them to touch my wife, pet the dog, play the guitar, type words, pour coffee. Then came a swarm of 'what ifs'.

What if all that stood between someone killing me and/or my family was if I killed the someone? Hand to hand, face to face. Split seconds. What if I flinched? What if they flinched and I saw for a flash of a second that there might be no need to kill, but the momentum made me kill them?

Thousands more What Ifs. Which is really of no profit to dwell on because they are not Ises. So... I don't know. No idea. I guess none of us really knows unless or until we're in it. Guess that's another part of what I'm getting at. It's easy to talk. Easy to say what we would or would not do in any given situation.

Damn this is depressing.

Back to happy stuff. Happy happy!
 
Sorry to say, but I do think that being bad comes naturally and you have to work at being good. Maybe this is some sort of truth in the survival of the fittest race.
 
HMMMMM

Twice in my life I've been in a position to kill. The first time I killed, the 2nd time I didnt. Both occurrences affected me to my core. The first incident was in war, the other involved a very crazy young man.

In the first incident my opponent had the option of surrendering, but threatened me with his weapon instead. He rolled the dice, but my weapon was pointed at him. End of story.

In the 2nd incident the threat was real enough (a knife), but I had time to contemplate my options. In the end, the boy stuck the knife in my desk, rather than me, and surrendered. I convinced the kid that he had climbed into the tiger cage with his pointy stick...DIRTY HARRY THERAPY.

There was a SWAT team outside, but it dawned on me they werent eager to help, so I handled it.
 
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