Echo Boom Boom
About ten minutes ago, I was rolling over in a brief waking from sleep in order to snuggle into my covers, and as I was settling down and reaching out for sleep, my ears picked up a sound followed by more of them.
Gun shots. Not nearby, no, but near enough that their sounds raced through the air like short bursts of thunder and echoed dully like booms.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.
I waited.
Boom. ... Boom. Boom. Boom.
I took a breath and held it. I was expecting to hear far off sirens echoing dully out of the darkness, but I didn't hear any. So I had to get up and shake off the momentary fear.
The shots were definitely not near enough to know where they came from. They were distant enough to know they were at least still somewhere in Pasadena, but Pasadena is big enough. It scared me and reminded me of waiting at the corner of Fair Oaks & Colorado and going scared stiff when gun shots exploded right around the corner in the street and just out of eye sight. They broke and ran after throwing off shots. They ran towards my intersection and fled north on Fair Oaks instead of south. Everyone was glad that there was a fire station only a couple blocks away and an ambulance was empty and ready in the area.
I truly and honestly hate guns.
I never mind them in media, but it doesn't mean that there aren't times where I remember what media can do to an easy mind, that mind letting itself think guns are great and cool and warping a child to find violence against people to be so fun. My brothers have gotten that way. And, of course, there are a number of factors for how an individual gets that way...
... but I can't help but get upset when I hear those gunshots in the air.
Gun shots. Not nearby, no, but near enough that their sounds raced through the air like short bursts of thunder and echoed dully like booms.
Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.
I waited.
Boom. ... Boom. Boom. Boom.
I took a breath and held it. I was expecting to hear far off sirens echoing dully out of the darkness, but I didn't hear any. So I had to get up and shake off the momentary fear.
The shots were definitely not near enough to know where they came from. They were distant enough to know they were at least still somewhere in Pasadena, but Pasadena is big enough. It scared me and reminded me of waiting at the corner of Fair Oaks & Colorado and going scared stiff when gun shots exploded right around the corner in the street and just out of eye sight. They broke and ran after throwing off shots. They ran towards my intersection and fled north on Fair Oaks instead of south. Everyone was glad that there was a fire station only a couple blocks away and an ambulance was empty and ready in the area.
I truly and honestly hate guns.
I never mind them in media, but it doesn't mean that there aren't times where I remember what media can do to an easy mind, that mind letting itself think guns are great and cool and warping a child to find violence against people to be so fun. My brothers have gotten that way. And, of course, there are a number of factors for how an individual gets that way...
... but I can't help but get upset when I hear those gunshots in the air.