Just as a different viewpoint here. Not knocking yours at all Odin (love the name by the way) but I have never thought of my gun ownership like this. I guess it is all in how close you are raised with them. Guns were always a part of my upbringing and always around the house, no mystery around them, no fasination with them really. It was never a thought to sneak a peak when the folks were not looking because all I had to do was ask and Dad (or Mom) would take me out shooting. It was never a matter of thinking I had to have them around to protect myself from somebody else with one. It was a matter of becoming more skilled at shooting them. I still look at my guns as a skill related item and activity, much the same as my Martial Arts. I shoot to better the last time I went out. If I put 10 rounds from my .270 in a spot you could cover with a dollar bill folded in half from 200 yards, I wanted to better that the next time I went out. I would hate to guess how many pounds of lead I have put down the barrel of my guns just for the shear joy of the bang, the recoil, the smell of burnt gunpowder, and watching a hole open up in my target downrange. One year I shot 12,500 rounds out of my .44 Mag; 15,000 out of my .357 Mag; 3250 out of my .270 Win; and a few thousand more out of the others I own, just for these reasons.
To protect myself? No, just for the fun! Some people like to sky-dive, some like to race (boats, cars, motorcycles, whatever), and some of us like to shoot.