My parents just informed me that they both want Snuggies for Christmas.
I have never been more proud.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
A couple of weeks ago, a buddy of mine inadvertently stumbled across my blog. I'd never told him I was Pagan, mainly because it just never came up in conversation. However, it also never occurred to me that he'd have a problem with it.
He had a problem with it. A huge problem, in fact, so much so that we're no longer speaking. Or, more specifically, he's no longer speaking to me.
Part of the issue is that he strongly disagrees with my beliefs and practices, which, you know what? Fine. Beats of different drums and all that. But he's primarily angry with me because I didn't tell him about my beliefs and practices. I certainly didn't make an effort to hide them, but because we didn't meet while I had a "Hello! My name is WITCH" sticker slapped across my forehead, he feels that I was dishonest with him.
Of course, in retrospect, if I had told him, he would've flipped out and we wouldn't have become friends. But then again, we're not friends now that he does know, so I give the fuck up.
I shared this experience with EpiscoPete, who replied that since Witchcraft is a big part of who I am, I need to be fairly upfront about it. However, I also told Trothwy, who avered that it's nobody's business but my own, and that I should really only be forced to mention it if I find myself engaged to a man who assumes we're hiring a Christian minister for the commitment ceremony.
Strifemongers, which is the most advantageous course of action? Reveal my religion on a strictly need-to-know basis, or bedeck myself in pentacles and hope for the best?
I sure as hell can't decide. So you guys do it for me.