Wayward Witch Part 2
A short essay, in parts, about rediscovering magic.
As you might guess from the previous batch of comics, the last month has been a bit of a rollercoaster. It felt like a good time to break from our typical format and work on something slightly more introspective. The views I describe are just my own, I have no opinion on the validity of others’ beliefs, because who knows? I certainly don’t!
And don’t worry if you’re missing the strip format: we’ll be returning to that this month. A prominent local paper requested that we make a run of strips that touch on life around our city, which is something we’ve been excited to do even before this point, so I’m stoked! I hope you all enjoy them, and thank you for all of your support and well-wishes over these hectic times.
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I suffer from OCD and I can more than confirm how relieving it is to of lost most of my superstitious notions. It’s ego partly (but not in a selfish way) that often causes people to feel like insignificant things, such as which way you stir your tea even matter as if one human could have that much an impact over something so far outside their control.
I’m glad to not feel like if I step on a crack I really will break the back of someone I love, or if I have 4 ice cubes then 4 is the number of death. I can’t believe I led my life that way, not that it was choice, but still, looking back, it’s frustrating and enlightening, because I know people who don’t even have OCD who are still superstitious to the point that it can downgrade their quality of life.
The things we think matter usually don’t.
And the things we think don’t matter, such as random acts of kindness, showing up to a protest or just standing up for something can matter more than anything else, because it sparks others to also make a change.
Anyway, that part of the story really spoke to me, so I just felt like rant/sharing.
Very relateable! I even feel this way about the music I’d listened to when I was a teen. I miss feeling this way about a band.