I've been procrastinating long enough. Yesterday, I finally went in to get my permit to take a human life (you know, the one that you can use at any time for any reason).
Armed with my Drivers License, SS Card, Birth Certificate, Baptismal Certificate, and NAR ID, I felt totally prepared. Not knowing for certain, I started at the Department of Motor Vehicles, after all, they license people to drive death machines every day, certainly they can at least point me in the right direction if they're not the issuing authority.
The lady at the counter seemed dumfounded...alright, so I didn't really try, I fibbed. But a good friend of mine shared the theory with me and it's certainly interesting to keep in the back of your mind and try to act accordingly at every opportunity.
If everyone was born with one permit to kill:
Many would suggest that it would be a world filled with brutality. Think about it:
Next time you pulled up next to the car that cut you off, would you raise your middle finger, not knowing whether or not he had used his permit? When the Client from another planet insisted on the counter offer to full price, after already being priced over market value, infuriating you beyond your wildest imagination, would you use it? Is your ex-spouse worth giving up your permit? (after all, they got everything else, should you throw that in?).
Try to implement that thought process when dealing with difficult people. Imagine that they might still have their permit, and imagine if you will, that you still have yours; is it time to use it? Is this difficult person really worth using the only "equalizer" that you will ever be issued? Maybe it will help put things in perspective. Imagine how much more polite somebody might be in a potential "road rage" incident. Rather than *#!#%^, maybe it would come out as "sir, you just cut me off, do you think an apology might be appropriate?"
I still have my permit. I struggle daily with holding onto it.
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