Aug. 20th, 2004

witchscauldron: (caw)
The internet is a massive waste of time. That's what it does. There's information out there, good discussions, interesting pages, beauitful things...but finding it is mostly like sifting through a combination of dandruff and horse shit looking for a pearl, or a diamond. Once you do it long enough your allergies are going berserk and you can't get rid of the smell, even if you were clever enough to wear a hazmat suit.

I'm exhausted with this game. The constant ridiculous refrains..."I can predict the weather because I'm a psychic wolf angel." Or "My mother is a 8th generation traditional Wiccan and YES you can self-initiate." Or "The Morrigan loves cinnamon incense and vodka, and she's a loving mother goddess who's been evilly maligned into a hateful war crone. She leaves me love and pixie dust and feathers everywhere - teehee!"

I find I don't read things anymore. I skim, looking for that jewel in the dung...and I find them less and less often. I don't want to talk to people about my faith online, or my beliefs. I feel like it goes over a lot of heads, and for the most part they don't care...they just want someone to listen to how Frejya ate breakfast with them or whatever.

If only I had something more worthwhile to do...then I could stop looking at this trainwreck-esque pile of electrons, and have a real damn life.

-M.
One day you’ll walk the world
and keep in mind
The heart you’ve been given
in winter time
And through the bitter cold,
with opened eyes
You’ll find the strength to fight
and stand upright

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