Before we begin, please take a moment to watch this video, which is a good representation of how bat-crap crazy I was this morning. If you have read I'm Not Hannah today, you've already seen this video, but rest assured that I am still this crazy, mainly because after I rode my bike to the store and got bait, my car is still infested. INFESTED. ARRRGH. Otherwise, carry on:
Okay. So, yeah. Went a little crazy with the fire ants there. I filmed the craziness, wrote a quick blog about it, and posted it on my "real life" Facebook account, as I am wont to do. My RLFB account is the one in which I'm friends with my friemily, my former students, a few bloggers I've become friends with along the way (and my SS, of course!) It is the account in which I discuss my kids, post links I find interesting or thought provoking or funny, and keep in touch with loved ones. It is also the account in which I debate politics with primarily one of my cousins, but also a few more conservative friends and friemily.
When I posted the notification about my I'm Not Hannah blog, I got one comment from a friend about getting the ookies from the video. Then I got this comment: " the luck of a pagan..heavy sigh"
Uh, what, dude?
Now, A of all, I don't know this guy at all. He's one of my mom's former students and a friend of my crazy-conservative cousin, but I wouldn't know him if he walked up and handed me a daisy. B of all, I'm not out of the broom closet on that account. I mean, I posted a link to "Meet Us At the Water," but I didn't say, "Yo, I'm a Pagan. Won't you meet me at the water?" And I don't go around prefacing every comment about mosques or trips to Spain or the fire ants in my car with "Well, I'm a Pagan, so..." And C of all...what?
I mean, what exactly was he getting at? That because I try to connect with the Earth on a spiritual level, I don't expect to get bugs? Because, hi. I live Under the Buckle and if I DIDN'T get bugs, I'd actually consider doing some sort of stockpiling, because clearly the world was coming to an end. (But, seriously, how fricking cool would it be if because Pagans DID try to connect with the Earth, we didn't get bugs? That would ROCK.)
Maybe he was trying to say that since I was a Pagan, I could be expected to be visited with various plagues. Clearly, this would suck, and if tomorrow I wake up and my bathroom is filled with toads, I might get a little worried. But today, I'm just...irritated.
You know, if one of my Christian FB friends posts something about how they had a crappy morning or their child is sick or a swarm of bugs has taken over their automobile, I don't say, "Dang. I hate it when Jesus takes a nap." I don't say, "Did you forget to go to Sunday school this weekend?" I say, "That sucks." Or "I hope he feels better." Or "Bike over to Publix and get some bait, pronto!" So please tell me why my status as a Pagan means that somebody else gets to blame the bad things in my life on it.
I have to admit that when I read that comment, my sarcastic streak came out and I replied, " Yes...I know that folks of other faiths never have problems with ants. That would be a great reason to convert." What I WANTED to say was, "Hey, Fartblossom, if you don't have something commiserating to say, why don't you keep your piehole shut?" Or "Watch it, dough boy, or you're going to find yourself on the wrong end of a hex." (I don't hex people, btw, but if he's gonna call a sister out, he might as well expect a little call back.)
Sigh. What I REALLY want to do (she moans, for the 80th time) is just waltz right on out of the broom closet and start posting quotes from Ellen Dugan and Scott Cunningham and sharing videos from oh, I don't know...maybe Dar Williams
right before thanking the Moon and Sun and Earth for working together so beautifully to regulate my menstrual cycle.
Breathe, NotHannah, breathe.
Anyway, did I handle it right? Should I have ignored him? Told him more forcefully to kiss off? Perhaps told him I'd light a candle for him?
What would YOU have done in the same circumstance?