Antisocial.
I remember years ago when I was chatting with a boy online (I’m talking age 11 or 12) and his email address was antisocial…@whatever.com (can’t remember the full email address). Anyway, my mum saw it and asked me if I knew what antisocial meant. I said, “Not really – someone who doesn’t like to socialise?” and she said, “No! It means death and someone who wants to hurt themselves and hurt other people, etc.”.
That definition has stuck with me, and whilst I know it’s not right – it’s probably just my mum’s definition, from being a police officer – I can’t help but think of that every time I see or hear the word. And right now, I’m feeling quite antisocial (by my definition, not my mum’s!).
I’ve not wanted to go out anywhere, I’ve not wanted to see anyone, I’ve not wanted to talk to anyone. I don’t know if this is just me at ‘that time of the month’, where I’m a moody bitch anyway, or if this is becoming who I am, since this is pretty much what I did all the time in Melbourne (sat by myself at home). Maybe it’s my being Aquarius, and wanting my independence and solitude. iono.
Anyway, while I was writing that out I remembered another time when I was just getting into Paganism and Witchcraft (age 11 or 12). I had been talking about it to my friend in class, and another guy in my class heard me and said “You’re not a witch; what do witches do?” (or something along those lines). I said for him to visit witchvox.com (a relatively new site back then!) and have a look. So he obviously did, because I was staying with my best friend for a weekend and we went up to this guy’s house, where his parents must have mentioned something to my bestie’s mum about Witchvox. We were driving home and my bestie’s mum said something like, “Did you tell H to go to a website about witches? Because witches are bad and they cut their wrists.”
And this was coming from a psychiatrist, who should know better, especially regarding cultures and subcultures. I swear, here in Tassie, people live a sheltered lifestyle.
