Going to the super market I was oblivious to the fact that I was wearing my adorable “Hello Cthulhu” plushy t-shirt.
A man in front of the super market saw my T-shirt and noticed that little “Hello Cthulhu” had a pentagram on her…er his..er it’s t-shirt.
He looked at me an asked, “Excuse me… Are you a satanist?”
I thought about the multitude of smart-ass responses that could come to mind… but I was in an odd mood.
I looked at him curiously… “What is a satanist?”
He looked proudly at me, “Some one who believes in satan.”
Remembering, that I’m raised Jewish, now I was piqued… “Who is satan?”
“Ooh, Prince of Darkness. Harbinger of evil. Steals the souls of mortal men.”
“Is this guy for real?”
“Oh yes.”
“You don’t really believe that do you?”
“Absolutely… you’d better be careful…”
I thought about it. Raised Jewish, I don’t believe in Satan, Hell, purgetory… etc. So I looked at him and said completely honestly…
“Nope. I’m not a satanist.”
I opted not to point out that between us, only one of us “Believed in Satan” and it wasn’t the occultist in the “Hello Cthulhu” plushy t-shirt.
I smiled and walked off. He called after to me and to anyone else, “Help the homeless… Have a happy new year.”
Proud to know I’m not a satanist.. I smile and figure I will help the homeless by having a happy new year.
Yes.. yes I know. He probably meant “Worship” rather than believe in… But the entire experience was amusing none-the-less.
P.S. More posts actually coming.
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Ha haha!
That’s funny.
I wear a pentacle to work often and have been asked if I am Jewish.
People should learn to count.
Nice to see you’re still alive and kicking, BTW.
Now now…stop tweaking the straights. š
I always just say “Yes” and look right into their eyes. Stops the conversation in a heartbeat. They never expect you to say “Yes”, and they have no fucking clue what to do next if you do.
Rodney
P.S. More posts actually coming.
Well, thank god for that. I thought we might have lost you. And after I sent that nice nude photograph of me and everything.
LOL. Great response. My friend took an opposite route. She kept having Jehovah’s witnesses ring her bell very early on her one day a week off even though she asked them not too. Finally, when she got fed up with it, they rang her bell and she answered the door. They asked her if she wished to talk about Satan. She opened the door very widely and said, “Yes, I love talking about Satan. Come on it. What do you know about him? Can we compare notes? He is so interesting to talk about.” She said she felt a bit bad cause one of the guys was obviously young and on his first set of visits. Needless to say they didn’t stay long or ring her bell again.
Um…
“Ooh, Prince of Darkness. Harbinger of evil. Steals the souls of mortal men.”
Come on… honestly…. did a random dumbass who thought you were a Satanist really say that? If you say he did then I will believe it, but otherwise, it sounds pretty pat, almost like, well, like made-up dialogue. However, if you swear it’s true, then I’ll believe ya.
Well, hitting random is actually worth it sometimes. Great story. Thought I’d share something I wrote for composition class. We were supposed to write a fiction story based on something we felt strongly about. Here’s what I wrote. Part of it is true…I did and still do get ridiculed for my spiritual choices. But I have been open about them since anyone can remember. That has created acceptance for me. But…without anymore of my rambling…here’s my story.
One day in school, I had been minding my own business during study hall. Was in the library typing up something for a class. Very stressed out, because the thing was due next period. I had a habit of playing with my pentagram necklace when I was stressed. Now, I will admit, I was and still am VERY proud of my spiritual path, but there’s just no reason to wear a pentagram the size of a hubcap. Anyway, I had gone upstairs to get my print out, because the downstairs printer wasn’t working. I hopped up the stairs, not remembering that my necklace was in plain site because I had been fiddling with it before. When I got to the printer, it was jammed. I’m not an idiot when it comes to computers, but I didn’t want to accidentally break something and have to pay the school for it. So, I looked around and saw this guy sitting at one of the tables. NO I wasn’t checking him out..in fact, I had no intentions of doing so when he came over either. But apparently he checked me out, because when he walked over, he saw my necklace, turned, and RAN downstairs and out of the library. Of course, it got the teachers downstairs in a fluster, and I got bombarded with questions when I went downstairs. But they too, were gaping at my necklace when I came in sight. You know, all this fuss over a star. You don’t see me freaking out and hissing whenever I see a cross, do you? Anyway, the guy came back, and was visibly afraid of me. The teachers stressed that no one should find out about it, so naturally, the whole school knew by next period. I walked into lunch and the whole place literally fell silent. It was like some twisted afternoon teen angst special on ABC. I went to sit down at my table where I usually sat, and my so called *friends* moved so I couldn’t. I turned around and looked at the other tables. I started walking and everyone moved so I couldn’t pick their table. Put backpacks next to them…sprawled out on the seat. Now, I am not the stereotypical gothed out high school wannabe witch. I take this seriously. This is my religion. I dressed normal. Nothing outlandish. I didn’t walk around with spiked collars or anything. (Not that I mind that.) But as I made my way toward the back of the cafe, and the whispers started getting louder, I realized what was happening. I was being ousted. I had been semi-popular. The one that was on good terms with almost everyone. Not necessarily friends, but at least good acquaintances. And now this? I came to the last table over in the corner. The kids that no one talked to except those in the group. The *freaks* or *weirdos*. The whole entire rest of the school seemed to ignore their existence. But not now. Like I said, I had no enemies. I was adaptive. I didn’t stick to one exclusive clique. I was civil, if not friendly, to everyone, no matter what. And you know what happened next? A girl who was sitting at the table, got up, reached inside her shirt, and pulled out her necklace. A pent…just like mine. There was a cheesy gasp from the rest of the cafe. She hugged me, kissed me on each cheek, and said loud enough for everyone to hear..*Blessed Be, My Sister*. And I sat with them.
Since then, I haven’t changed the way I dress. I didn’t color my hair outrageous colors and wear leather thigh high boots just to fit in…I fit in already. Because those people that were ousted for being different, were the ones who were the best friends to me. The other people at that school…they said things about us. They called us Satanists and Devil Worshippers. I had *Hell Awaits You* painted on my locker. But thru it all, Michelle and I became the best of friends.
Part Two
(Damn thing cut me off mid post!)
Today, I don’t wear that big necklace anymore. I’ve traded it for a small one, with a tiny sodalite crystal that hangs off it. Good for cutting thru tension and bringing clarity. But I’ll never forget how clear my vision was that day.
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Just thought I’d share. š