The Return

Supreme and glorious failure on my part to get this blog started.  After my first post, I got a job and a boyfriend.  That explains that.  Whelp my boyfriend broke up with me, and now, while I love my job, I’m trying to get my writing out there.  This is my naïve way of doing that.  It’s a start.  Anyway, I like the name of this blog, so I’m sticking with it.

At my new job, I work at a private school for special needs children.  I’m sort of a homeroom teacher/ paraprofessional…it’s hard to explain since this school’s program and schedule aren’t typical.  These aren’t your typical special needs kids either.  Most of them are cognitively higher than you’d expect.  They’re mainly emotionally disturbed with behavioral problems.  They are great kids, for the most part.  They make for some funny stories.  And some occasions where I want to slam my head against the wall.  Or run for the door.  More to come on this later.  I love my job.  It surprises me how fulfilling and fun I find it.

The more acute reader may say to him/herself, It’s summer.  What’s she been doing these past couple months?  Or maybe you weren’t thinking that at all.  Well to answer your question, I’ve been working at TJ Maxx to make ends meet.  Living the dream, being appreciated for the intellectual that I am.  Although I did just get a promotion, so that’s nice.

I've been spending my free time frolicking around any intriguing location I can reach with $50 or less.  And occasionally getting inappropriately drunk in public. (Don’t worry- I do NOT drink and drive.)  This Friday, for example, my friend Jon and I went to Salem, MA.  We met a witch named Onyx.  She’s a high priestess of the Wiccan faith.

Not what she looked like.  Although she was wearing a stereotypical black dress. 

We had an incredibly illuminating and not entirely sober discussion about life, religion, and Wicca.  After having a few delicious beers at this cool café, Gulu Gulu, (my favorite tasted like liquid pumpkin bread!) we headed across the street to a witchcraft store.  The store featured items like wolf’s hair and love-inspiring incense.  Upon entering the store, we immediately connected with her.  Our lowered inhibitory functions had absolutely nothing to do with it.    

Onyx explained that Wiccans believe in Mother Earth and that all women are goddesses.  (I am probably getting this horribly and offensively wrong.)  I went on a short drunken rant on how the fear and disapproval of Wicca prevail because of a hatred of women.  What else would happen? 

We also discovered that Wicca is very gay friendly.  Which is cool because I’m bi and Jon is gay.  Not that we’re planning on converting.  This discovery came about when Onyx shared with us that she has two gay sons.  Literally two minutes later, one of them showed up out of the blue wearing a red shirt, red jeans, and an excessive amount of gold jewelry.

They were an amazing mother and son pair.  They invited across the street to chat while they smoked cigarettes.  After, Jon and I stumbled down the cobblestone streets with Onyx’s son whose name I can’t remember.  The highlight was our drunk/drunk/sober/sober conversation with a Green Peace representative.  I don’t even think she noticed that we didn’t sign up or donate or anything.  The inebriation might have had something to do with this. 

Generally, Jon and I wreaked havoc through Salem.  Then, I picked up a guy while waiting for the commuter rail.  Well done, me.

Well I can’t think of a satisfying summary for that anecdote.  I guess remember to tune in next week for more adventures in my awkwardly fabulous life in East Jesus Nowhere, America.  My plan is to do a new post weekly from now on.  We’ll see how that goes.