Killing It

What a weird expression, when someone says they are “killing it” to mean they are doing something really well. Shouldn’t it mean the opposite?

There is a thread going on over at Reddit right now, where the question is “What was the closest you ever came to actually killing someone?”. I couldn’t think of instances where I had almost killed anyone (which is good, I guess) – but it did make me think of times when I maybe came close to being killed.

Like the time I was a stupid pre-teen and me and a bunch of other dumb kids were messing around with one of my friend’s father’s guns in their backyard and I came about an inch away from walking into a bullet (which fired past my head so close it made my hair move). Learned respect for firearms that day.

Or the time a tornado passed so close to my childhood home that it hit a couple houses down the street and we heard it pass.

Or the time I fell down a flight of stairs so hard that I blacked out.

In retrospect, I’ve had a few brushes with harm – but probably not any horrible ones except the first one. More brushes with serious injury, than brushes with actual death.

Anyway, stay safe everybody!