People have commented on my apparent witchiness periodically throughout my life. Although I admit I sometimes perpetuate the witchy image myself (or at least don't mind it), people have commented about it even after having known me for only a few hours, even people who never met me but just observed me from afar, even when I wasn't dressed in all black or a broomstick skirt. Apparently, I exude a witchy aura.
So, am I a witch?
Well, what does that mean? Once upon a time, just being able to swim could get you burned at the stake. Or having a mole, or speaking French, or being a smart woman, or being uncomfortable in church. It's probable I never would have survived the 17th Century, but neither would most of my modern chick friends. Nowadays, folks seem to think being a witch means you're Wiccan, which isn't so officially illegal at least. The US Army will print "Wiccan" on your (or your husband's) dogtags, but I am not Wiccan. Well, I don't know; can you be a non-practicing Wiccan? I mean, I don't perform rituals or speak in rhyming incantations or create potions -- oh wait. Maybe I do.
I concoct cocktails that alter consciousness. I drink dark brews. I play with candles. And cards. I have two black cats! I collect charms. I am nocturnal. I observe obscure ancient holidays with strange rituals. I enjoy flying in the sky to strange lands and speaking in strange tongues. I'm a wicked speller. I have even been known to make people disappear with a mere glance.
Maybe I AM a witch. Maybe modern magic manifests in making mixed drinks (or in liking alliterative language). Are my quirks and affectations just a random combination of things that other people associate with witchcraft, or are they actually the outward manifestations of my true witch self and I really am leading a charmed life? Witch is it?