So tonight a few of us attended a planning meeting for an upcoming university discussion. We have a local anthropologist who teaches classes and routinely invites various folks to discuss their various paths. I love her and she is wonderful. The problem are my fellow... pagans....!
Honestly, I am never quite sure what the hell that word means. Mostly in this area it gets bantered about by the social misfits who need something on which to blame their lifes problems. Then there are a rather small group of magickians. I have very little in common with the general pagan community. As soon as I open my mouth that I do more than think happy thoughts someone gets bent out of shape. My magickian friends are almost all of other paths and we work it out just fine.
Tonight the unfortunate worlds collided. The good Frater and others who will remain nameless ( you know who you are...) spent an exquisitely difficult two hours of doing everything but planning. Don't get me wrong, I am a social creature. Yet when it is time to work, you work.
I take what I do very seriously and I take the talks very seriously. This may be the only time in the young adults life when they are face to face with someone who holds very different beliefs than their own. For 50 minutes they listen attentively and I take that time seriously. It annoys me to the bounds of my hormonal moodiness that the (to steal a line from a dear friend) "bugfuck crazy" of the community often have more time on their hands and are more than willing to represent "the pagan community". No thank you! Tonight that point was just driven home with the force of an ice pick to the third eye.
I gave it my level best "quiet, hush" bits. It worked on one of them, but the other one was like a 3 year old hyped on sugar. I am going to spend weeks cleaning my aura after this one!