As I said before we are currently packing everything in sight in our apartment. Sometimes it gets difficult knowing whether or not to pack something, like certain dishes, hair stuff, and clothes- however this is a story of something that I am very happy to say is now packed away...
The other day I was packing up our closet that had a lot of random toys, games and other stuff in it. As I was packing I came across Brett's air-soft gun, it looks something like this:
So I'm packing up the boxes and decide just to throw this gun in the box. Before I pack it, I wanted to do something fun and so I cocked it and shot a cardboard box that was in the room- it made a huge hole, so i realize how powerful it is!
Brett was out in the living room, he heard the noise and came back to see what was going on- when he saw what I did for some reason he though that meant I was game for anything he wanted to do with the air-soft gun. All of the sudden he gets a big smile as he's playing with it and says, "Let me shoot you"-
"WHAT?!" I say, thinking he really must be joking, but then he says it again, "I'll just shoot your leg you have jeans on."
"No way!" I say- still thinking he has to be joking. But then as he keeps repeating it I'm realizing that he's not joking at all.
"It really doesn't hurt that bad- my brothers and I used to run around the house and shoot each other all the time" he says, like it's no big deal and like I am a crazy for not wanting him to shoot me in the leg.
As I realize more and more that he is not joking I start to run out of the room for fear of my life. I found that this is kinda like the same reason why you don't run from a bear. They chase you. Boys and bears have a lot in common. Brett thought that me running meant fun, and that he could chase me because I was going to let him shoot me. I was now a moving target.
Realizing he was chasing me, I began to be in fear of my life. He clearly did not understand that I did not see this game as fun. I did not grow up with brothers shooting me with air-soft guns. I grew up playing barbies and tea-parties- something I don't think Brett understands.
After I run out of the room we are both standing in the living room, with a small coffee table between us. I'm begging him not to shoot me, but I'm slightly laughing because I still can't decide if this is serious or not. Seeing me laughing, Brett thinks that it means it's ok and that I'm down with him shooting me. Seeing him prepare I run into the bathroom and into the shower.
Now I'm so panicked that I'm close to tears- I'm standing in the shower peeking out from behind the curtain now pleading with Brett not to shoot me.
I guess something clicked and he realized that I was really serious and that I didn't want him to shoot me.
All of the sudden Brett's eyes got as big as a puppies. I can tell he's in total shock once he realized how scared I was- he set the gun down and started apologizing over and over.
Once I sensed the area was safe I came out from the shower and I explained my feelings of fear the whole time and Brett felt awful.
Looking back it was pretty funny. It's been fun seeing how different Brett and I grew up just because he's a boy and I'm a girl. I love him and I'm so thankful that he's sensitive enough to not have shot me that day. :)
The other day I was packing up our closet that had a lot of random toys, games and other stuff in it. As I was packing I came across Brett's air-soft gun, it looks something like this:
So I'm packing up the boxes and decide just to throw this gun in the box. Before I pack it, I wanted to do something fun and so I cocked it and shot a cardboard box that was in the room- it made a huge hole, so i realize how powerful it is!Brett was out in the living room, he heard the noise and came back to see what was going on- when he saw what I did for some reason he though that meant I was game for anything he wanted to do with the air-soft gun. All of the sudden he gets a big smile as he's playing with it and says, "Let me shoot you"-
"WHAT?!" I say, thinking he really must be joking, but then he says it again, "I'll just shoot your leg you have jeans on."
"No way!" I say- still thinking he has to be joking. But then as he keeps repeating it I'm realizing that he's not joking at all.
"It really doesn't hurt that bad- my brothers and I used to run around the house and shoot each other all the time" he says, like it's no big deal and like I am a crazy for not wanting him to shoot me in the leg.
As I realize more and more that he is not joking I start to run out of the room for fear of my life. I found that this is kinda like the same reason why you don't run from a bear. They chase you. Boys and bears have a lot in common. Brett thought that me running meant fun, and that he could chase me because I was going to let him shoot me. I was now a moving target.
Realizing he was chasing me, I began to be in fear of my life. He clearly did not understand that I did not see this game as fun. I did not grow up with brothers shooting me with air-soft guns. I grew up playing barbies and tea-parties- something I don't think Brett understands.
After I run out of the room we are both standing in the living room, with a small coffee table between us. I'm begging him not to shoot me, but I'm slightly laughing because I still can't decide if this is serious or not. Seeing me laughing, Brett thinks that it means it's ok and that I'm down with him shooting me. Seeing him prepare I run into the bathroom and into the shower.
Now I'm so panicked that I'm close to tears- I'm standing in the shower peeking out from behind the curtain now pleading with Brett not to shoot me.
I guess something clicked and he realized that I was really serious and that I didn't want him to shoot me.
All of the sudden Brett's eyes got as big as a puppies. I can tell he's in total shock once he realized how scared I was- he set the gun down and started apologizing over and over.
Once I sensed the area was safe I came out from the shower and I explained my feelings of fear the whole time and Brett felt awful.
Looking back it was pretty funny. It's been fun seeing how different Brett and I grew up just because he's a boy and I'm a girl. I love him and I'm so thankful that he's sensitive enough to not have shot me that day. :)
