I am not a knife guy, sad to say, but they do exist all around us. Let us taken a four year old opportunity to examine the specimen.

the following is public content unabashedly stolen from the Facebook regarding the phenomenon known as “the knife guy”

You’re not going to believe this, and you’ll probably point and laugh and I’ll probably have it coming. But even though I’ve been a open and acknowledged ‘gun guy’ my entire life, I’m still a little dismayed sometimes when I realize that I’m also, irrevocably, undeniably, without remorse or shame, also a knife guy.

Don’t get me wrong, I always liked, enjoyed, collected, and carried knives. Always tried to learn all I could about them. In fact, my opinions on knives, though I have fewer hard and fast rules about them, are probably more set in stone than my opinions on guns.

Let’s be honest. Knife guys, pound for pound, are fucking weirdos. As weird as gun guys can be, the average knife guy is 100x more strange, and there is a higher likelihood that they are dangerously seriously fucking retarded. The fact that there are ‘grown’ men who actually like ‘fantasy knives’, and will, on occasion expound on how their badly designed, dull, impractical truck stop special BudK blade, which, if they were lucky, was made my child slaves in Shitmandu, is a better choice for ‘true warrior’ than trusty Kabar, or Glock.

No, seriously. These conversations actually happen.

And the knife guys that aren’t retards aren’t always much better. Now, I will give the devil his due. I had no fucking idea how hard it was to design an original, useful knife, until I actually tried to do it. And guess what? Still working on a couple. Going on a couple years now. So I get why some folks are so proud of their stuff.

But still. Sometimes you have to stop and wonder what our boggle is. We spend so much of our lives trying to perfect something that does one thing- cut, a couple of different ways- stab, or slice. And people were doing it with bone and chipped rock before they learned to forge.

At this point, I don’t even know what I’m rambling about or why. Just saying. Had a conversation a second ago that made me stop and think about this. So, yeah. For the longest time, I didn’t realize I was a knife guy.