theHiredMansWife
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You seem to hold the basic idea that our fears govern a great deal of our choices. And to a philosophic extent, I agree with that.
My husband runs a ranch for an out of state investor who also happens to have a farm here. The two are connected, but operate separately.
The farm has recently been "cleaning house". The new manager has brought in one new guy so far and just got rid of the two lazy SOBs that were still here from the previous regime.
This Wednesday, one of the disgrunted ex-employees was on the place making trouble. Later that morning, the mgr called my husband wondering where the new guy was.
No one has seen him since Tuesday evening. A stereotypical bachelor, eveything he owns will fit in his duffle bag. Which is still in his living room. He gave the farm secretary $100 Tuesday afternoon to pick him up a lamp, alarm clock, groceries etc. All of his clothes are accounted for, except the stuff he would have had on. The only thing missing is his work pickup (which used to be the disgruntled ex-employee's).
His folks back home haven't heard from him and are worried.
He's an odd duck, like a lot of guys in this business are, but a nice enough person. We're all actually praying that he stole the pickup and it'll turn up somewhere down the road.
The lesser half has taken to leaving his rifle leaning against the seat, barrel on the floor, rather than behind him in the gun rack of the pickup. I have the shotguns in different closets throughout the house with several shells near each one.
But I got to thinking about your fear-premise as I was hunting for the keys to my house and rounding up shells.
You're right. This is a fear reaction. And by trying to protect my children and family with a shotgun, in reality I'm just hoping the person threatening me will have a greater fear than I do.
In Freudian terms, I'm operating at the id level. But truth be told, I'm okay with that.
My husband runs a ranch for an out of state investor who also happens to have a farm here. The two are connected, but operate separately.
The farm has recently been "cleaning house". The new manager has brought in one new guy so far and just got rid of the two lazy SOBs that were still here from the previous regime.
This Wednesday, one of the disgrunted ex-employees was on the place making trouble. Later that morning, the mgr called my husband wondering where the new guy was.
No one has seen him since Tuesday evening. A stereotypical bachelor, eveything he owns will fit in his duffle bag. Which is still in his living room. He gave the farm secretary $100 Tuesday afternoon to pick him up a lamp, alarm clock, groceries etc. All of his clothes are accounted for, except the stuff he would have had on. The only thing missing is his work pickup (which used to be the disgruntled ex-employee's).
His folks back home haven't heard from him and are worried.
He's an odd duck, like a lot of guys in this business are, but a nice enough person. We're all actually praying that he stole the pickup and it'll turn up somewhere down the road.
The lesser half has taken to leaving his rifle leaning against the seat, barrel on the floor, rather than behind him in the gun rack of the pickup. I have the shotguns in different closets throughout the house with several shells near each one.
But I got to thinking about your fear-premise as I was hunting for the keys to my house and rounding up shells.
You're right. This is a fear reaction. And by trying to protect my children and family with a shotgun, in reality I'm just hoping the person threatening me will have a greater fear than I do.
In Freudian terms, I'm operating at the id level. But truth be told, I'm okay with that.