It appears to me that many of you guys have been involved with firearms shooting, activism, learning, teaching, etc. I wanted to hear about your experiences with "gun shaming."
I am a new (and terrible) shooter. I know very little about firearms (and yet somehow I'm a sporting goods' store "gun specialist"). I hope to one day be as knowledgeable as many of you. Though I'm not great, I love it, and it's an awesome way for me to connect with my grandfather.
Recently, I was hosting a little reunion at my apartment for some people I'd met in college, and someone brought up gun control and how only "crazies" would want to own a gun. I kept my mouth shut. I let this guy (unknowingly) make accusations and assumptions about me, the very few friends I have that enjoy shooting, my "Youtube Heros," and so on. Someone eventually told them that I own two guns. Not wanting to ruin what was a perfectly fine night, I just rolled with the punches, spat out vague statements like "oh, shooting is fun. I can see how some people wouldn't like it. Sorry if I scare you."
I'd like to be proud, or at least, unapologetic when it comes to owning a gun. Deep down, I know how much I was beaming with excitement and joy when I first picked up my gun. I've never gone shooting and regretted the time I spent there. But when your family, most of your friends, and the occasional news story makes you feel like you're at least a bit crazy, it gets exhausting.
How did (or do) you guys handle that? I imagine it gets easier with time. I just don't know if time allows you to gain some epiphany, or you just learn not to give a damn.
I am a new (and terrible) shooter. I know very little about firearms (and yet somehow I'm a sporting goods' store "gun specialist"). I hope to one day be as knowledgeable as many of you. Though I'm not great, I love it, and it's an awesome way for me to connect with my grandfather.
Recently, I was hosting a little reunion at my apartment for some people I'd met in college, and someone brought up gun control and how only "crazies" would want to own a gun. I kept my mouth shut. I let this guy (unknowingly) make accusations and assumptions about me, the very few friends I have that enjoy shooting, my "Youtube Heros," and so on. Someone eventually told them that I own two guns. Not wanting to ruin what was a perfectly fine night, I just rolled with the punches, spat out vague statements like "oh, shooting is fun. I can see how some people wouldn't like it. Sorry if I scare you."
I'd like to be proud, or at least, unapologetic when it comes to owning a gun. Deep down, I know how much I was beaming with excitement and joy when I first picked up my gun. I've never gone shooting and regretted the time I spent there. But when your family, most of your friends, and the occasional news story makes you feel like you're at least a bit crazy, it gets exhausting.
How did (or do) you guys handle that? I imagine it gets easier with time. I just don't know if time allows you to gain some epiphany, or you just learn not to give a damn.




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