Today, I was called a “selfish, stuck up, lonely Witch who thinks of no one else but herself.” The accusation was followed by “you can change all that by forming a group and sharing your experiences with us (um… really?); everyone here (everyone being a few ladies who really want a tax exempt organization—so freaking sad) would jump at the opportunity to join a coven led by you. Why won’t you even try?”
Well, the fact that you are acting like a psychotic bitch pack, which I doubt anyone can teach anything to, comes to mind. However, I didn’t voice my opinion in those exact words. Instead, I told them that I didn’t like the idea of organized religion. I understand and respect those who rejoice in the religious aspects of Witchcraft and Paganism, but I am not religious and don’t have any desire to be. “Besides,” I added
as an afterthought, which really wasn’t. “You are acting like a psychotic bitch pack. Why would I want to spend any time with you?”
I rode the train home. I told myself that I wasn’t going to think about the unsavory episode, but Nature has blessed me with a brain, so the not thinking bit is easier said than done. Me, myself, and I discussed the issue at length… in my head. This is what we came up with:
I don’t need to justify my actions to those a-holes, but I must make sense of them for me… and for myself… and I can’t forget about I. So I asked us, am I a lonely Witch? “No, my precious,” I answered without doubt. “I just surround myself with those I choose, and only under conditions that make me happy. I mean, I’ve reached out and Touched you. I’ve attended blog parties. I’m trying to get others to share, discover, and enjoy Paganism through Fiction. And I’ve just began to accept guest blogging invitations. I am a Solitary Practitioner and a Writer, but I am Not a Lonely Witch.
I like socializing and learning from others, but I’ve never enjoyed the rigidity of the groups or covens I’ve encountered in my path. Or maybe it is just that I love solitary practice too much to give it up. I like people, but I like myself more. I have a blast exploring what goes on in my head, and although I like sharing my findings—through blogging and fiction writing—I usually prefer to do the journeying solo.
I think my choice of career derives from the same preference: I enjoy writing about people, I take pleasure in examining the human condition through fiction, I like reading about what goes on in the brains of those around me, and I LOVE doing it on my own. After I’m done and ready, I like discussing the results—on my own time and in my own way. If my choices make some people unhappy, FREAKING TOUGH! Those who I want to please (me, myself, and I at the top of the list) are very happy with the way I do things; that is all I care about. So in the words of Cogent, LJ, Penny, and many others I’m too lazy to include: “SUCK IT! to me cake.” Fine, they didn’t really say that, but after reading these Wicked Darlings for almost two years, I know them enough to say they probably would. Cogent would flip them off too, of that I am totally certain.
When was the last time someone tried to convince you that their way was better than yours? What did you tell them, if anything? Are there some things (rituals, work, activities, games…) you prefer to do on your own? Some you rather do in group setting?