Oh yeah, I'm one of "those" who think that Friday the 13th is the luckiest day ever. I'm certain I was burned at the steak in a previous life. People are freaked out by things they don't understand and want to kill what they believe is the source... as they can't handle things that push the limits on whatever their perception of reality is.
This last Friday the 13th was one for the record books. I could not have planned it any better. It was like the universe was rejoicing in the fact that I hosted my own coven weekend. What we do and talk about is confidential as there is a sacred trust that must be honored. It's only after we place hexes on people who piss us off and do a sacrificial killing do we break out the wine and sit around the cauldron and laugh.
Some things we do talk about that can be shared....
Why Waylon Jennings refried his donuts...which stemmed from his survivor's guilt for not being on the plane that crashed with the Big Bopper, Buddy Holly, and Ritchie Valens.
Is grass fed better than corn fed? I dunno. This "organic" shit is driving everybody nuts. Also, remember oleo? It's original purpose was to feed to farm animals to fatten them up. The animals would not eat it (they are smarter than humans) and it was passed off to the human population as margarine -- and being healthier than butter. Wow. We were soooooo wrong.
Bullying. Why is it OK for the press to pick on, harass, and hound celebrities and make up lies? At what point does it become ok and accepted in our culture? If the kids pulled the kind of crap that the press does at a middle school every bored mom on prozac would be storming the principal's office.
How we fought over boys in high school. The ones who made our hearts pound are now pot bellied, bald, alcoholics who can't hold a job. We've become better friends with their wives at this point. We pity them and can console them.
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