Reading at the Range
Why I feel less comfortable in a bookstore than at a gun range
It’s no surprise that my page is littered with some manly macho thinking, because what sort of man my age isn’t into some typical video game violence. But violence itself isn’t the primary aim of conversation. It’s the way a range, outdoor or in-door, provides far more comfort than reading at a Barnes and Nobles can.
Why is this so much more relaxing to me? It means that while a majority of snobby social elites would take their coffee and stuff their nose into whatever snuff material tik-tok book of the month club or the philosophical work of Carl Jung, and quietly retreat away from life, avoiding all the worlds problems.
Reading at a gun range to me feels more private. Because when I’m waiting for my turn to use the range, no one is overtly preaching anti-left leaning propaganda. Weird, right, that this should happen, but it’s mostly not even mentioned. Nobody is critiquing my choice of optics site or the way I created a jungle magazine. This kind of critique is left for GunTubers, youtubers who review guns on youtube.
The gun range I attend, Green Top Sporting Goods, resembles a country club. They have couches, where people can wait their turn, playing on their phone. Nobody even looks at one another. It’s rather private, almost like attending church. When I was reading Conan the Barbarian it just hits different. Boethius, the Greek philosopher, becomes more valuable to me than in a bookstore.