Do you practice Santeria? Witchcraft? Humanity?
- April 4th, 2008
- COMMENTS 4
I admit it. I have always wanted to be able to twitch my nose or twirl my pony tail at whim to make things happen as I deem fit. Who hasn’t? Who hasn’t wanted to be able to bend fate and time and circumstance to their will so that luck always plays on their side?
In grade school I wanted it so the cute popular guy would notice me; so I too could be popular and not the misfit relocated from Germany who had no real place to fit in.
In high school I wanted it so I could be cool and set trends and have my picture plastered on every other page of the year book so several years later when my classmates were taking trips down memory lane, I would be remembered in awe and admiration.
Yeh ok, so maybe everyone DID remember me at my 20 year high school reunion but I was in a class of 72 students…. its not that hard to remember everyone. Especially the weird ones.
I probably need to clarify that I do not practice Santeria. Anything that involves animal sacrifice is a big giant NoNo in my book as I tend to favor animals more so than people. Not in a Deliverance sort of way, but rather because they don’t tend to lie, cheat or steal. With animals, what you see is what you get and that is a very admirable trait in my book. Now people on the other hand, are twisted. Especially those people who are fans of kinky acrobats with gerbils, sheep, or in the case of Deliverance, pigs. Can you say EEWWW???
So anyhoo, being a witch has always held a certain appeal to me. I mean really… is it really so far fetched or out of the realm of reality? Miracles or witchcraft? Parallel universe or psychic ability? Earth magic or herbal healing or divine intervention? How much of our upbringing affects the reality we accept? How many of our beliefs are preprogrammed?
I was raised catholic and as such, believing in witchcraft and the sort is blasphemy. As it sits I am probably going to rot in hell because I have adorned my body with tattoos…. a HUGE sin in Catholicism. Not to mention I have engaged in premarital sex; taken birth control; stolen a pack of gum or two; (who hasn’t? And I ain’t admitting to nuttin’ else!) used the Lord’s name in vein; cursed my parents…. Lordy, I’m too ashamed to think of what other sins I have enacted!
Hhmmm…. where was I?
Oh yes… so anyway…. bestiality and animal sacrifice aside, how cool would it be to have “powers”? To be able to make people do what you want them to do without any repercussions? To be able to retaliate to the asshole at CVS standing in the pharmacy line while you have already been standing there for over 10 minutes on crutches, not being able to place weight on your broken ankle because by doing so you would probably need pins placed in the bone and that means surgery…. OUCH….. to be able to retaliate because when you are finally able to buy your Lorcet or Vicadin (whichever happens to have a refill) and turn to leave the line, the retard stands there and stares at you with a blank look on his face that says “YES I AM INBRED” and doesn’t think to move until AFTER you about break your neck squeezing between him and the corner wall while trying to remain upright - and says “oh I’m sorry. Am I in your way?”
Well WTF???? I’m guessing you are NOT the brains in your family because if you are then I hope like hell you are fixed! God forbid you decide to reproduce….!
So yeh, I am wishing like hell right now to tap into my inner witch and find hidden powers that would allow me to wiggle my nose or twirl my once long but now much shorter and highlighted ponytail and once again be able to motor at will. Crutches do so slow a person down.
I went to WallyWorld last weekend. They have these snazzy little motor carts for handicapped peeps like me so I grabbed the first one upon entering the door. Not recommended as the first one apparently is the one with the dying battery. The result?? Slow motoring through the isles. Not that the contraption is fast but rather it doesn’t quite crawl if there is a decent charge. I didn’t have a decent charge. My dear hubby had to push me some of the way….
So anyway do you think the yokels at Walmart would be courteous enough to acknowledge a crip sputtering through the isles??? And I want to draw attention to the fact that I was one of MANY in wheelchairs and motorized carts….. I probably saw at least 5 or 6 others in a span of 15 minutes that were equally incapacitated. A couple MORE SO! And still the wonderful southern hospitality that this side of the Mason Dixon Line prides itself on did not live up to its reputation. They cut me off and threatened to ram me and sneered in my direction… I may be a sinner who is going to rot in hell for adorning my body with tattoos but I would NEVER be that rude to people in an incapacitated state!
You would not believe how many people saw me cripping along and RUSHED to get through a door before I get there just so they won’t feel obligated to hold it open for me. Or how many people stood around talking, watching me struggle to prop the door open with my crutch so I can hobble my way through without offering to hold the door open for me.
I pray I am not that insensitive. I pray that I take the time , all 5 seconds, to notice if someone less fortunate than myself is in need of a helping hand. I pray that the humanity I have been graced with is not suppressed and cast aside….
I also pray my bottle of wine doesn’t run out anytime soon……………
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People are inheritantly egocentric. If they don’t foresee some form of immefiate gain for themselves in a courtesy, they will actually go out of their ways to avoid performing it. I happen to be a HUGE believer in karma, if for no other reason than I’ve been on the bad side of it enough too many times. These days I try to be a lot more conscientious of the people around me, not aways successfully, but as best I can. This gives me an inner peace I didn’t have when I always presumed I needed to screw someone else over before they would me. Just because most people suck doesn’t mean I have to as well. Besides, I know whatever shitty thing somebody might do is gonna come back on them without my having to dirty my own hands. That’s just the way it goes, and I guess that maturity is being able to let karma takes its own course.
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Gosh, I am really sorry that people are not being more considerate, or really, just a little bit thoughtful. After my Daddie had his surgery (osteotomy and achilles tendon repair), we realized just how difficult the simplest things can be, especially when both hands are occupied with crutches. If you haven’t already, ask your doctor to prescribe a temporary Disabled parking permit for you. It’s red instead of blue, and expires in a certain time period.
Of course, I already have special powers. When I don’t like something, I just give a big BITE. This usually works.
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I had no idea where this post was going at first, heh.
I would love to have magic powers, but they would be dangerous in my hands
I like Mr.45 am a big believer in Karma.
As the mum is in a incapacitated state it is interesting to see how people treat her, most people treat her like she is retarded or ignore her. My mum thinks its funny, I get a little erm ‘upset’, okay, so on the odd occasion I have totally lost my temper.
Believe it or not, I would and have helped little old ladies across the road with their shopping
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I think most people are too self centered to really give a shit about any one else, regardless of the other’s current state.
I’d like to think that some of it is because of the whole mentality that “people with disabilities can do anything a regular person can do”. Most people take that to literally and just say “eh” and let the door slam in some wheelchair bound person’s face, or take a handicapped parking spot without giving it a second thought. While I believe that a disabled person is just as much of a person as anyone else, I realize the fact that some person that’s bound to a wheelchair (I keep using the wheelchair example, but I realize there are more disabilities) isn’t going to be able to miraculously stand and climb multiple flights of stairs very easily.
Unfortunately, that general attitude is probably more because of the loss of civility, common sense, common courtesy and the overall breakdown of modern society.
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