I’ve met quite a few people who aren’t worth the bile that rushes to my throat when I think about how much their behavior disgust me. And I know individuals who make me proud to be part of the human race. The former, I dispose of faster than I would of putrid trash, and the latter I keep among the most precious of my treasures.
And then They Haunt You…, a post about why I went to the Midwest, seems to have dragged many members of the unworthy vile group out of the trenches. There have been insulting emails, smartass texts, filthy proposals… You name me, and some idiot has done it in the past few days. Some of the messages have been so shocking (and revolting) that I’ve forwarded them to one (or three) of my writer friends in case they ever have trouble coming up with particularly nasty characters—I refuse to share them here because their negativity might taint Pagan Culture.
One of the friends with whom I shared, asked me, “How can you stand it without exploding, falling apart, or breaking someone’s face?”
I laughed, and told him, “It’s rather easy, Luv. Rot can’t touch your life, if you don’t care about the carcass spewing the twaddle (Twaddle is my latest favorite word, by the way. It sounds so much like twa… well, you know ;-).”
However, the fact that I pay no attention to the judgments of people who mean nothing to me, is not the only thing that keeps me smiling at the sun and sleeping when the moon caresses the night. Much of my strength comes from having the best dad in the world and the most wonderful friends anyone can wish for.
I’m lucky. The other day, I told one of my dearest girlfriends just how much. We were laughing (after I shared some of the ugly emails and some good ones, too). The bad ones were really bad, but the good ones better. Here are a few:
“Even though I supported you through your decisions, I must admit I did prefer The Piano Man!!” And,
“You know I was Team Piano Man all along [it’s true, he told me], but you needed me to stand by you not to point out what I believed was wrong. But now that all is well, I confess that I’ve never trusted werewolves.” And,
“Ok I’m going to be honest because I know you love that, I know you needed… closure, and I have to say I’m kinda glad you got closure… shit… I don’t mean that the way it sounds, I want you to be all happy and loved up because you are such a beautiful soul Maggie, but you NOT being in NYC just doesn’t sit right for me. You are my NY… I love you so much, and I know you will be happy back in the city, you are a bright light in many people’s darkness…” And,
“I thought of what we were talking about, and I’m team Magaly and what makes you happy and safe. I think that had I met Jacob… I would have liked him as much as love [the Piano Man]. I never thought that leaving NY was a mistake, especially since you were seeking your heart. You are brave, strong and loving. I don’t want you to settle, you weren’t meant to. I wouldn’t want you to… fuck everyone else and what opinions they have. Just do what makes you happy. I’ll drop whatever to unpack or pack for you at any time. Shit, if you decide to pack up and move into a commune, I wouldn’t love you or support you any less. You are mi chica (my girl).”
I’ve been smiling a lot. It is wonderful to see how my friends, most of my family, and the Wickedest of my Darlings have put their hearts into helping me through a very difficult situation. I’m proud of the people around me. You’ve given me so much that a simple ‘thanks’ doesn’t feel like it can be enough. No worries, though; for I, too, will put my heart into showing you just how grateful and blessed I feel… Until then, I offer you that simple “Thanks a bunch, my Wicked Luvs!” and the happy smile you’ve planted in my soul.
I’m very shiny… and toothy ;-)