I am not an intellectual. I don't know
why it's automatically assumed if someone likes to write that they
are going to be incredibly intellectual and knowledgeable on all the
hot topics of the politically correct present day.
I hate politics, of any kind. I'm the
most non-political person that you're ever going to come across. I
know,
I know. I can already here the sighs and the wagging
pointy fingers declaring that this is something I should be up on,
something I should pay attention to, something I should be at least
minimally involved in. (But I'm not.) It is the driest, most boring
topic in the world, and I believe that the whole political system is
akin to the public school system and parents: they want you to think
that you have a say and some influence on a subject, but really-- you
don't.
I love my spirituality and my magickal
path, but I am not an expert on all the ancient and infinitely
numerous pantheons, practices, or theologies. I'm not into the
enthusiasm of people who want to historically dissect some tradition
and then try to reconstruct it letter by letter, moment by moment,
archaic rule by archaic rule, outdated practice by outdated practice.
This is just too much detail for my weary little brain; and besides,
this is not ancient times, and there will be better, more modern,
more practical ways to practice an ancient path in the present day, a
way that will build and expand spirituality and enhance our lives in
the modern world.
I am not detail oriented. I hate
reading long boring historical tomes on witchcraft, or the tarot, or
anything actually. It makes me cringe when I turn to a page in any
tarot book (including my 1
st one) and read “...the
tarot was used in Egypt 5000 years ago.” First, I'm not so sure
that this is true, probably because I don't take the time to read all
the numerous dry history books on the subject, the ones that probably
contain a few facts and a multitude of theories. And honestly, this
sounds awful, but I just don’t care. (I can hear a barely audible
gasp.) Is this so awful? No, not really. Using one of my
husband's favorite quotes:
“It need not pertain.”...and
it doesn't pertain, to me at least.
I've had a few rare occasions on a
radio program where I was asked some incredibly detailed intellectual
type question on a topic. I know that I have given them more than a
few seconds of dead air time as I pause, thinking in blind panic--
Do
they expect me to know this off the top of my head? Do
they really expect me to carry on a long dialogue on this very
complicated detailed intellectual academic topic? Are
they kidding? Head's
up peoples-- this is what Research
Books
are for.
(Apparently, I'm a Big Picture kinda' girl.)
I
am not necessarily a good housekeeper. I was at one time. I use to
think that housekeeping was an “Art”...and
then I had 7 kids. Housework quickly became something I was too
tired to do, something that had to be put on the back burner, behind
laundry, and baby bathing, and story book reading, and grocery
shopping, and breast feeding, and home schooling. And then later in
life, after the kids were grown up, I discovered that there was a
whole bunch of Important Things
that I needed to be doing, like writing books, and other cool stuff,
so then housework got pushed even further down the line. Do not get
me wrong. I repeat, don't misunderstand me. I'm a Libra. I love
my surroundings to be clean and beautiful and totally Zen. It's just
that now-a-days, sometimes they are and sometimes they aren't. And
when they aren't, I know that they will be eventually.
I am not a seamstress.
I'm not necessarily a good cook, though my kids would tell you I am
because they don't know any better.
I am not business oriented. Finances confuse me, and reading a tax
document is like reading a foreign language.
I am not mechanical...hooking up the DVD machine is enough of a
challenge for me, and there's only three options, all color coded--
red to red, white to white, yellow to yellow.
I am not always a good judge of character, and I'm empathic, you'd
think I would be. I tend to be naive and trusting. I wouldn't lie
and steal, or exaggerate; so I automatically assume no one else will
either.
I'm not a good wife, at least I don't think I am. I'm like some
crusty old bachelor who's set in his ways and gets all scowly if
someone rearranges the pantry. I like my space, and I don't want
someone else's fingerprints all over it.
I am not good at remembering things-- Lots of things! Some people
might think I'm rude when I forget to answer their messages, but I
have a good reason...I just forgot that you sent me one! I make
lists all the time: notes to myself about things to do for the day,
notes about writing projects, notes about phone calls, notes about
Very-Important-Business-Emails that can't be ignored; notes about
what to do the next day...ad infinitum.
I am not a party girl. (Libra likes peace and quiet.)
I am not a team player. (Think tarot card: The Hermit)
I am not a good gardener...I grow fond of all growing things, and
some of the growing things in my garden I grow fond of turn out to be
weeds, and I haven't got the heart to pull them out, or cut them
down. Houseplants-- forget it. I have a black thumb with
houseplants, and the smart ones commit suicide before I ever get them
home to re-pot.
As you can see, I'm not a lot of things.
