I'm from the Boston area. I have been told by people who live in other states that I'm "a little rough around the edges". True that! We are so blunt around here that I forget it doesn't translate well in print.
I will stand firm on not giving your kid a gun!!! If my son was killed by a firearm I gave him (or accidentally killed someone else) I would not be able to live. Telling him "don't go killing anyone!" does not suffice.
Maybe you are in other situations, but (and this is coming for a girl who's biggest pet peeve is being rude or offensive!) I think most people make empty 3rd party threats in frustration when they feel they are in the confidence of a friend or trusted party.
We do actually have a gun. My daughter wouldn't be able to find it if she tore the house apart. And I've been pushed beyond psychological breaking limits many times in my life, so I have no worries about that. The only one who has anything to worry about with me, is any body who dares try to hurt my family, because a cop can take many minutes to get here, but it takes less than 1 second for the bad guy to pull the trigger. I've been robbed at gunpoint, and my husband, having spend his life in latin america, has been robbed at gunpoint and knife some 10 times in 30 years. Not once was a policeman there to stop the crime in progress. They just stop by after to ask the details and tell you "you're lucky to be alive".
But yeah, a lot of people aren't stable, so i can see your point
Though, I could use some of your boldness with confrontation.
I am very awkward in social situations... and find confrontation to be very very difficult for me, which is why I was so upset by the petco situation yesterday. I really suck at dealing with rude people, and they really really get to me.
My mother accidentally bumped a lady in the supermarket on her hip with her cart (literally, she was turning the cart around and a woman was walking backwards, so it was a very light bump) and the lady starts flipping out on my mother screaming that she's pregnant (wasn't showing) and my mom's a murderer and so forth. She was going full out crazy. Even when my mom politely and sincerely apologized, she just was going berzerk. She thought she'd be smart too and started flipping in spanish
I speak spanish. Which actually is what ended that ordeal, I told her off in spanish and told her if she was going to be so secretly threatening, try using a less common language. She shut up at that and left