Forgive me for not putting this at the end of the "Sheeple" thread, but I felt the topic warranted its own thread.
The next time someone asks me why I carry a knife (or two) I'm saying something along the lines of:
"I like weapons. They make me feel good. There's something undeniably pleasant about the first second I hold a knife, connecting myself to its weight and balance. What follows is even better; as I've secured my grip and made it a part of me, I find a deeper connection. There's a thrill, however subtle, every time I touch a weapon because it makes me aware of the deeply-ingrained instinct I have inherited from my ancestors."
I know, I know - no one's going to react to that positively, but dammit, it's true. There is no better way to get in tune with my primal heritage as a man, and tapping into that energy from thousands of years of instinct is powerful!!
That's why I carry a knife, besides it being quite handy. I truly feel pity for those who are so disconnected from themselves that they can't get that.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not irresponsible; I don't go out of my way to make anyone uncomfortable when I use a knife to open or cut something - I usually just casually remind them that something needs opening or cutting and leave it at that.
But come on, I rarely hear anyone say it - don't you just plain like weapons? I LOVE them! Guns, knives and swords, baby!! I own some of each, and I'm thinking about getting a spear or two. If anyone asked me why, I'd say "'Cause they're FUN!" and laugh maniacally as they rub my name out of their address book.
So let's stop pussyfootin' around and get T-shirts that say "Sharp edges make me happy", I'm tired of acting like these are completely utilitarian devices. They're nothing so prosaic; to me, they are nothing less than reminders of my humanity.
Mal Kazi
The next time someone asks me why I carry a knife (or two) I'm saying something along the lines of:
"I like weapons. They make me feel good. There's something undeniably pleasant about the first second I hold a knife, connecting myself to its weight and balance. What follows is even better; as I've secured my grip and made it a part of me, I find a deeper connection. There's a thrill, however subtle, every time I touch a weapon because it makes me aware of the deeply-ingrained instinct I have inherited from my ancestors."
I know, I know - no one's going to react to that positively, but dammit, it's true. There is no better way to get in tune with my primal heritage as a man, and tapping into that energy from thousands of years of instinct is powerful!!
That's why I carry a knife, besides it being quite handy. I truly feel pity for those who are so disconnected from themselves that they can't get that.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not irresponsible; I don't go out of my way to make anyone uncomfortable when I use a knife to open or cut something - I usually just casually remind them that something needs opening or cutting and leave it at that.
But come on, I rarely hear anyone say it - don't you just plain like weapons? I LOVE them! Guns, knives and swords, baby!! I own some of each, and I'm thinking about getting a spear or two. If anyone asked me why, I'd say "'Cause they're FUN!" and laugh maniacally as they rub my name out of their address book.
So let's stop pussyfootin' around and get T-shirts that say "Sharp edges make me happy", I'm tired of acting like these are completely utilitarian devices. They're nothing so prosaic; to me, they are nothing less than reminders of my humanity.
Mal Kazi