So, I don’t know if you’ve seen the poem going around on FB, I’m sure it’s been on other social media, it’s been floating around since 2016, about different things and the countries they represent, America being represented by a gun (“America is a Gun” is the title of the poem).
Well, one of my FB friends, whom I met after she bought some of the vintage clothing I found after my mom died, made a comment about it a couple days ago: “What’s so negative about being a gun? I’d rather be a gun than a kangaroo!”
I was very surprised, as she has twin sons who are I think seven years old, and a singlet who I think is four. And she’s brought her kids here and we’ve had fun. But she lives aways away, and isn’t as flush as she used to be (who among us is, lol?), so we’ve not seen each other for a year or so. And I had the feeling her husband and males in her family are hunters, that type of thing.
Well, you can imagine some of the comments. Mine was something along the lines of: “Guns are the only tools used to kill other living things, they have no other purpose. They’re being used to kill CHILDREN, some the same age as yours. I can only hope that you’re honestly unaware of what’s happened in the last 24 hours.” That’s not my exact comment, but it’s close; funny how I can remember hers and not mine, but mine was longer.
Anyhow, she blocked me. I can’t see the comment anymore, nor her profile.
I wasn’t insulting. I wanted to be - and thought I could be, though - frank with her as to how her comment came across, you know? I tried to be like gentle-older-lady. Plus, she bought a couple of vintage ties from me and I don’t have her address to send them to her and she’s already paid for them. In fact, the last we messaged each other, she said she was going to try and get out to my place as soon as she could, prolly later in the summer.
I feel hurt, and disappointed. She in her mid-30s. It’s hard for me to reconcile a mother of three lively and bright boys with a person who asks “What’s so negative about being a gun?”