I don't see you as being obsessed with guns,
but you may be obsessing when you defend your right to own them, or one.
Before June of 2008, I was campaigning in support of 2nd Amendment rights,
toward the goal that my fellow American citizens woud all be well armed
because I wanna live in a very well armed society.
I, myself, have had a good gun collection for many years n decades.
My personal security
does not require more guns than I already have,
but some guys like cars, others like postage stamps. I like possessing
and discussing guns and the rights thereto.
Years ago, I was somewhat meticulous in studying & researching
the relevant history and jurisprudence thereof.
Consequently, at annual meetings of the NRA and the 2nd Amendment Foundation,
I found that I knew more than experts, the published authors,
who were there to lecture on the subject.
Accordingly, it was easy to dominate debate in on-line fora
with USSC decisions bearing upon the subject matter.
It was fun
. "Knowledge is power" quoth Francis Bacon.
You have made guns the subject from which you debate and argue here on A2K.
I have. Its not really necessary to continue campaigning on these fora,
since we won in the USSC in June 2008 and again in June 2010, but its still fun.
It represents the enduring principle of rugged Individual self-reliance,
as distinct from docile
reliance upon the collective for personal safety.
You have fun with it and people take you much too seriously.
winning can be funnnnn.
Whatever happened to the crack lady?
Did you ever get to see her sober and clean?
Yes; off of drugs n alcohol, except tobacco.
I did not let her smoke in the house.
She moved away to Las Vegas and to California.
Her daughter has a child now; I guess he 's about 12 or 15 maybe 18.
I've suffered from obsession with a particular guy. Oh gawd, how awful.
I was obsessed with a girl from age 13,
(from her social overtures to me) until well into my 30s.
I heard of one poor soul in his 80s, in an old age home,
who kept looking at the door,
in hope that, by chance, his high school sweetheart woud arrive.
I remember that feeling of being alert
for too many years,
lest she pass me in the street, or anywhere nearby.
It is possible to see real humor in our miserable situations, though later, much later.
The price is too high.
In retrospect, with that misadventure emotionally behind me,
I reflect upon the fact that my life woud have been a lot happier, a lot less stressful,
if I had never met her.