My best friend, Justi, and I were talking about knives and axes, as weapons. (I know, but we often have strange conversations with little memory of exactly how the subject came up).
I said no, I don’t want to get that close to someone who is trying to kill me.
She said, “You don’t have to get close, it’s an axe. You can just throw it at them.”
I deftly spotting the flaw in her logic. “Yeah, then they could pull it out and throw it back.”
It occurred to me then, that life has been feeling that way to me lately. Like I’m throwing bullets. Ineffectual, if not comical, but frustrating as hell.