Pretend Scenario: I walk into an authorized dealer of firearms and tell the person behind the counter I would like to purchase a gun for home and personal defense. I'm 38, so I certainly pass the age requirement. The dealer contacts the FBI's NICS background department. They instantly report back that I have no criminal history on record. Next, I go to the sheriff's office and apply for the required permits, show my ID, get my fingerprints taken, and perhaps take a training class and pass a live-fire shooting qualification exam if I want the concealed carry permit. Once approved within a few weeks, I'll receive my permit(s) and can return to the dealer to complete my purchase. Huzzah, I am now the proud owner of a deadly weapon! I think I'll name it as I stroke it affectionately. Mistakes were made. They should NOT have sold me a gun. This is not a warning to say "hey, I'm a danger to society." Quite the contrary. I have a strong aversion to conf...
TL;DR: Me 5 years ago : That horrifying moment when you're looking for an adult, but then you realize you ARE the adult. So you go looking for an older adult. An adultier adult. Someone better at adulting than you. Me now : Look at me adulting all over the place! Ok so I stole those quotes from some Google images, but I'm stealing from the anonymity that is internet memes for non-profit purposes. Try and sue me...you'll get nothing, because I'm in debt. Hah. I'm 33, and I can honestly say I think I've only met the qualifications of such a human in the past several months. I've seen these grown-ups on TV in the past and I envied them. They lived on their own, had families, houses, minivans, and seemed to have this distinct sense of ownership over their lives that I severely lacked. I still don't own a house or a minivan, but for the first time ever I feel like I'm the CEO and majority stock holder over my life. Let's go into left fie...