I feel safe on campus. I feel as comfortable as I do when at home, knowing that whatever could happen my father can handle it however he chooses. It is a waste of time to live in this world wishing you had eyes on the back of your head, maybe with infrared vision to see into the darkest corners of night where the bad people lurk. We can't live in paranoia. From midnight to one, if I found myself awake I would lose all hope of sleep, lying in my bed clutching the blankets and praying for salvation from any black-clad predators.
Fear is fear, whether it's for a witch or a rapist.
We all do what we do to make ourselves feel safe, but it's a shame that they're are people that might never have that feeling. I don't feel safe at my house because my father has a gun. I feel safe because my father is there. I wouldn't feel safer if Howdy carried a gun. We are a tiny, highly critical microcosm of people striving to be individuals.