I was spending the week with a few of my close friends, one of which used to be a Wiccan and one who just dabbles.
Now, the one that "dabs" really just does it because think that way he can get anything he wants, and I totally feel like that is a mockery of my religion. He didn't even know half of the basic things that most true Wiccans know of...
Well, anyway, there were two occurances with these feelings.
One was while I was at school, a girl named Dezerya passed me a quickly scribbled note, asking me to do a few love spells for her, because I seemed like the person that would do it for her. She said she had gotten advice from my friend this morning, who in turn had told her to come to me because he "wasn't sure he should do anything without checking with me."
I wrote an extreemly large note out to her, explaining the rules and telling her that I didn't feel comfortable with "love spells", and how there were a lot of concequences that came with it for myself and her both if I did anything.
She wrote back to me, telling me that she was sorry. Later that day, she asked me to come over and tutor her, because she really was into it and wanted to be taught properly, seeing as my friend was incapable of teaching her the right way, and I hestantly, but happily, accepted.
The next, was when I was over at a friends house with a coupple of other people. My dabbling friend asked me if I wanted to help him and my other friend who used to be a former Wiccan cast a spell just for the hell of it, and I told him no, that I didn't belive that he should just be fucking around with it just for the hell of it. He told me that I took this all too seriously, and I got extreamly angry with him.
I said, "Do you think my religion is a joke? I sure as hell don't, and I don't like it when you treat it as if its just some cheap trick to show off infront of people to get attention!"
When my other friend agreed with me, that she thought too that he was just using it because he wanted to play around and didn't really understand, he belew up.
In the end, I ended up screaming and he did too, and he left in a fit.
We haven't really talked since...