My Sundays are normally spent catching up on sleep and being lazy in general, but not the one that just passed. I was up well before noon, doing something I’ve always wanted to do – learn how to use a gun. Anyone who has seen a zombie movie or played a survival horror game knows that you’re pretty much screwed unless you have a nice big gun to keep the forces of darkness at bay. Problem is, I didn’t know how to shoot a gun. I didn’t know where to find a shooting range and didn’t know anyone who was interested in that sort of thing. And to be perfectly honest, I’m a little afraid of guns and the power they have over life and death. Yes, I know that that it’s the wielder and not the weapon who kills people, but that’s precisely where my apprehensions came from – I’m pretty clumsy with gadgets and wouldn’t trust myself with a gun. But apparently my friends do because there I was, anxiously watching my friends fire at their targets last Sunday.
