Someone mentioned “burying the hatchet.” I’m simply incapable of holding a grudge, and it’s been a lifelong flaw and affliction. Worse, it doesn’t seem to matter whether it was a smart or stupid grudge.
I can’t really understand why it’s that way, other than I can’t help feeling how I feel about things. Seems to me plenty unhealthy if my natural sense is to go one way, but I force myself to go another and chalk it up to “discipline.” Stress? I like low stress. I’m amazed at the power of women to hold grudges forever, though. Just my sense. The only years-on-end grudges amongst various friends and family I’ve been aware of are exclusively held by women.
Anyway, Wooo, this is by no means a spork. This is real protectionez. A few years back, Friday afternoon at the range, me practicing one hand shootin’. And I’m sad than when I pan the camera down, it’s too dark and people don’t get to see my nana’s snub nose .38 revolver she had on her bedside table the whole 40-sumthin’ years I knew her. It’s now mine.
I think you could do this. It’s practice & training, like anything else.
Spork? Gun? Spork? Gun? Spork? ….
Don’t sell yourself short. And if not, get yourself some decent self-defense training. Learn just how much damage a surprise head but or elbow punch can do (way more than busting balls).