Magical wiseassery
I’m a bit of a wiseass. It comes pretty naturally to my by now, though I do struggle a bit at times to make sure it’s positive and not mean.
I just finished up some time with M, and there were two wiseass moments I’ve been thinking about. One was a comment while talking about meeting M’s friends. This particular conversation was private so I can’t be more specific, but M immediately called it out as a magical moment, pointing out on her phone how my comment perfectly meshed with conversations she was having. Another wiseass moment was while I was walking with M to her hotel, and it started drizzling. I looked to the sky and said, “Hey, can you knock it off for ten minutes?” It kept raining and we hurried the last block to the hotel, but after saying good night to her, it was dry all the way back to my apartment.
(I do love that the story of “oh I told the rain to stop and it did” is only a side note to the larger idea. Weather magic.)
I was relating these two incidents to S. One of the things that I feel like I’ve struggled with in the past is getting in touch with my true desires. Perhaps being a wiseass allows me to bypass my discomfort?
S replied with two points.
First, sure. It’s a crutch for now, as I really do need to practice being in touch with my desires, but as long as I’m aware that I won’t be able to keep on relying on it forever, it’s not a problem.
Second, it might help with relaxing. Magic happens in the periphery, when you’re not focusing on it. Wiseassery and other humor is in the moment, a touch on a topic and then a release, so the requirement to let the joke breathe and then be left alone would mesh well with how magic works.
That’s it. Something I’m still feeling into.
