As Melanie, at Sparks From a Combustible Mind, pointed out, it’s almost the end of fourth month of 2020, and what an “interesting” year it’s been so far. Here’s Melanie’s Share Your World prompt for this week.
Do guns protect people or kill people? Or both?
Both. But first, let’s be real. Guns are designed to kill. Sure, they can also be used to protect and/or defend people. But in the United States there are more guns than there are men, women, and children. More gun deaths, including suicides, than any other nation (close to 40,000 a year) and more mass shootings than any other nation. And then there are the types of guns available to citizens in America: high capacity, military-style, semiautomatic weapons. These types of weapons aren’t used for protection. So, my bottom line is that guns do kill people…far more than they protect people.
Is it more important to be respected or liked?
It would be nice to be both liked and respected, but if I had to choose one, it would be to be respected.
Is having a big ego a negative or positive trait?
Ego is essentially a sense of self, a person’s self-esteem, self-opinion, and self-confidence. We all have egos, and there’s nothing wrong with having a positive sense of self. But when someone’s ego is oversized or blown out of proportion to the point of narcissism, it becomes a negative trait.
Depending on your point of view, is death a new beginning?
Death is the end, not a beginning, new or otherwise.
Thanks for Sharing Your World Fandango! Very concise and to the point answers. That gun one seems to be the *winner* this week…I’ve had a lot of diverse answers and some very thoughtful input on it. 🙂
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I agree with you Fandango on guns. The number of accidental deaths of gun owners is a high too.
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Love your answers, especially on guns. Unfortunately my boyfriend own three. It was ingrained in my head as a kid guns were not to be touched (my dad was a police officer for over 40 years). And I will still not touch them.
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