21-Feb-2008

I think I should preface this with a mild disclaimer: I don’t know the actual reality of the situation I am about to describe, but I know enough to have surmised my own understanding which is likely a very reasonable substitute.

I do not like liars. I think deception is the epitome of human indecency. Obviously there are sins that eclipse the duplicity of men, however, deceit is one of the worst qualities a person can have. I’ve recently observed a person who I am certain lives two lives. This person, lives one life free from the bonds of scrutiny so they do as much as their morality can bare… I would justifiably argue that they even stretch those limits and absolve themselves by either ignoring their conscience or telling it “I’m just fitting in.” The second life is protected by an aegis of lies to both sides… so neither can discover the other. This is a life of outward perfection and purity… a life of obscurity and loneliness that one is desperate to escape. Sadly… I see this life swelling to a point of discomfort. I see it annihilating the veil of lies and leaving this person with nothing, when now they think they have everything.

Now that my rant is out of the way…

Last Tuesday I went with a couple friends to a shooting range up near my sister. I found the experience odd in a few ways. The strangest emotion I think was indifference. Despite firing a weapon that means certain death to any living thing in its path, I was remarkably calm and uninspired (thats the wrong word… but I’ll go with it). Don’t get me wrong, it was a lot of fun (considering I had the best aim of the 3… or so was decided after a 10 shot competition), I just thought there would be a little more of a shock associated with discharging a lethal firearm… perhaps a rifle is just more my style. I do however think I might have a new hobby when I have the money to buy the weapons. And since my dad has been lying to me for 3 weeks about something I figure I might try to break his bank until he tells me the truth.