I've grown weary of the whole Clan of Tubal Cain thing spilling over into my personal friendships. It never ceases to astonish me that so many people of erstwhile wisdom and good repute can generate such an inexhaustible wellspring of bile and bad blood.
I refuse to take any side in the matter. It is none of my damned business, so leave me out of it. I hate the thought of losing friends over this; it is a tragic and unnecessary loss. But Fate will have it as She will, and all is as it must be.
If the price of friendship is partisanship in a fight I don't have a dog in, then I'm very sorry, but my own honor is not for sale. I've withdrawn from a number of discussion groups and bulletin boards because I'm sick to bloody death of the whole affair. I have no opinion on the core dispute. None. I have neither enough first-hand knowledge nor a stake in the outcome to care an anemic gnat's arse about who anointed whom as what.
What this nasty old curmudgeon DOES care about is honoring friendships and confidences. I care about trust and loyalty among friends. I care about repaying debts and kindnesses. I care about sharing wisdom to mutual benefit, and I care about honoring oaths. My friendships are with individuals, not with the flags they wave or the crosses they bear. Without strings, sans conditions, devoid of agendas, baggage left on the doorstep. If that isn't enough, then so be it. I have better things to do.
Tags: friendships, rants, wars, witch
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