I wake up, I put on my pants, and put on my holstered handgun. That's my routine now, and I only started carrying this year. If I don't feel like putting on pants, I place my handgun in my shoulder holster (sweats don't hold holsters well!) and carry that way. Yard work, grocery store, going up to the corner store to grab some SoBe drinks, sitting here typing this, I'm wearing my handgun.
I live in RFD, and sometimes I feel silly carrying here, but, then there's that one news story where something bad happens in RFD, when a weapon was needed. Sometimes it works out, and nobody dies, sometimes it doesn't go well, do I want to take that chance?
Lewis County isn't that far removed from the real world, that I can get complacent. Meth labs, meth heads, who knows what else, they are here and they aren't the kind of folks I'd hang with. Much less wanting them helping themselves to my property. I don't like tweakers...
So good, so far, so what? I never was the kind to worry much about what strangers think, why start now? I do what I need to do to protect myself, and my own... and if need be, someone else who may need help one day.
Years ago, when I was still in Cleveland, I carried two guns (not very legally, or properly) and there was one time when I thought I may have to use them to defend someone else. Circumstances then and now had a direct relationship to why I carried. I changed my life and some of the threats are greatly diminished, only because I choose not to place myself in those situations. Sometimes though, those circumstances and situations happen, and we may find ourselves ensnared within them, I'd rather be caught armed.. than unarmed. Regardless of how silly or dumb I might feel at any given moment, carrying in RFD.