The Littlest Witch
 Well, here I am, again. Been awhile since my first
rant/perspective piece. And in the time it took me to get back on
my bum and write a new one, I've developed a few new pet peeves with
life.
1) So called "life experience." I may not
have what some people would consider "enough life experience to be part
of the whole," but I do have nearly twenty years that no one else
has. That's also (almost) twenty years of Craft experience, more
than some of the so-called Elders that I've met.
2) The stress of ideals. This has become a
disturbing trend in products marketed at younger people. If you
don't match the super-model body type, or strive to do so, you are
branded as outcast, pariah, or worse yet, made fun of. I was the
ideal until about age 12, when I grew. And was teased for it.
I had no self esteem, and was depressed all the time. I grew out
of it, and realized that I am myself, and no one else, so therefore,
perfect. Unfortunately, I now see my youngest sister subjected to
much the same treatment as I was, and to similar results. She has
very little to no confidence in herself, and I fear what would happen to
her if I didn't tell her how adorable she is everyday I see her.
Granted, it's mainly because I don't want her to get too down, but it's
true, also.
and finally,
3) The utter lack of respect for people's
property. Over the winter holidays, I flew down to California to
spend some time with my Grandmother, and flew home after the first of
the year. So the new "security" checks had been put into effect
two days before I was to go home. All was fine and dandy, until I
learned of the no-lock policy for checked baggage that went into place
at the same time. Every bag in the airport was being pulled open
to have a full search done on the contents. My bag was the one
exception to that rule I actually saw. The TSA people swabbed the
outside for chemicals, then loaded the bag unlocked onto the plane.
I wouldn't have worried so much, but baggage handlers get paid minimum
wage, and I had over two hundred dollars of electronics in there.
The checked bag was supposed to be the secure one. What
made matters worse was that when I arrived in SeaTac, my bag wasn't
waiting for me. It hadn't even made it on the connecting flight.
Around four the next morning, it was finally delivered to our house,
with no contents missing. I assume I was lucky. But it
wasn't the "my bag isn't here" that bothered me- it was the not knowing
if my suitcase had been opened, rifled through, my LEGOs stolen, etc.
I could hardly sleep that night. Huzzah, everything is still here.
Granted, this wasn't so much a perspective of the Craft
as it was my personal take on the state of our world these days.
It's my page, my ideas, and my outlook on the world. If you made
it this far, kudos. If you disagree with any of this, tough.
I'm very set in my ways, so don't expect me to change my mind for you.
Peace.
For some good teen witch and pagan sites,
check the links at Covenant of the Goddess' Teen Witch pages
To see what I do elsewhere...check out Lacey's
Musings or my LiveJournal
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