If I tab over to the gun industry burnout thread tab, read it, have a laugh, close this computer, and go outside; I will be hammered with wind and temperatures well below zero before factoring windchill. It will take me a half hour to bareboot to a favorite brookside hangout a mile away; or about the same to the nearest store. To get to a belt gun, I'll need to bite off a glove and hook past three layers of insulation. If the decocker/rear sight/heel of the butt eats through or catches on and tears my vest, I'm out $pyder.
Or pull a snub out of my shell jacket pocket. The same pocket my hand is already in, staying warm.
If I wind up a guest in a less-than-carry-friendly home, I need to sweat with at least my vest still on to cover a gat. In front of people who know for a fact that I run hot and will pester me about being "uncomfortable in that".
Or casually pull the snub from my outer pocket as my hand comes out and slip it into my pants pocket while ditching my clothes.
Let's step over to summer when humidity is stewing me despite short sleeves and shorts. I'm ~supposed~ to have an Easily ConcealableTM G19-sized pistol, grip tape because sandpaper is famously comfortable against the ol' love handles 16 hours a day, 1-2 spare magazines with extended baseplates because the flush just don't poke me and print enough as it is, pocket knife, fixed blade, OC (but not the ASP keyring units, those aren't serious enough*) and/or impact weapon, phone, ID card, card for a lawyer on retainer, tourniquet, other first aid, flashlight with more lumens than the second coming of Christ, red dot on the pistol, fresh batteries in the dot with a written replacement schedule, spare batteries in a drawer at home with their own replacement schedule to be sure the one in the optic even can be fresh, rugged hiking boots or trail runners as my feet sweat into puddles, sunglasses, pouch for the shades when indoors, corrective lenses, cleaners for the squints or spare contacts in case one falls out or fouls, a car key the size of a tamagochi digipet as thin cut metal keys are extinct, and Be The Grey Man. While everyone else is in sandals, elastic waist gyms shorts, and a T-shirt.
Or I can look back at my posts in the What Your Carry thread over in the wheelgun cult subforum and remind myself that I already have a proven system over nearly half a decade that works for my life style 100% of the time and has me carrying more than most two other people while not looking it at all and blending in to the people with whom I was born and raised.
If I want to avoid the vanity of self-centered reflection, I can look at my friend with the new snub I'v also discussed in the revolver sub. He usually had his comuuuuuuunity-approved GLOCK 43X on when seeing me in the old days. Now he merely ALWAYS has a scandium .38 AIWB or in a pocket when around me, with his lady, at home, around town, across the state, etc.
Don't get me started on those immature and unserious freaks who think that grown me should wear tucked shirts. They're just not gonna make it. The defective bloodline will probably die off in two more weeks. Real men dress seriously - like Kurt Cobain if he'd turned into a yuppie rather than mute his ears from Courtney Love's BPD bullshit with a 12 gauge remote control.
* Unlike Sabre Red, made but such a trustworthy and upstanding company as to put its name on shit twist-lock cannisters while also licensing its use out to not-at-all-stupid stun flashlights manufactured of nothing but the finest remelted plastic army men in the land of our great ally, the People's Republic of China. Or POM. You can trust POM because they advertise on Youtube and early unit housing broke off, dropping the cannister wherever the Gods Of Cheap Adhesives And Brittle Polymers deigned appropriate, but a couple SMEs said "trust me bro" while at least most took ad money so don't trust your lying eyes. Why do we have an industry burnout thread, again?