Rufus recently posted (essentially) about how Occultists don't like to show our asses to each other, especially on the intertubes because we're all trying to pretend we are Constantly Crushing It and Living Our Truth and Having All Teh Sex, Money and Happiness All Teh Time.
I've been pondering that. At first, I was dismissive about it applying to me. After, I constantly vomit up all my unenviable aspects of life for your viewing pleasure on the regular. My divorce, my years working six days a week/12 hours a day, my health issues, my Are-You-There-God-It's-Me-Margaret doubts about the after life and let's not forget my constant but confusing litany of don't live like a filthy hamster/I personally live like a filthy hamster. It seems like I show everyone my ass fairly often.
Like, whenever someone talks about being envious about my life, I like to dramatically hiss, all this! and grandly gesture to my tiny home, my gross hair/whatever my skin is fucking up currently for me and/or all the fat that congeals around my tummy that must make my mother crazy trying to decide if a baby could possibly be living there (no. Tape worms only plz).
So I was like, I'm L7 on this. I already overshare with the intertubes to a ridiculous amount. And let's be real with ourselves, Deb, in person too. Like, that time you were at an occultist brunch and you looked all your (more published) little friends in the face and said, 'I always know when someone is trying to put something in me, which is why I don't let anyone do so.' And they said, 'Magically or . . .' And I said, 'Yes. Frankly it's usually the same agenda anyway.'
Except there is always One Thing, isn't there?