I've been counting the number of people who wish me Happy
Easter. If anyone reading this doesn't know, I'm
Pagan, and by my standards, most of y'all are REALLY late dyeing those
eggs; the
equinox was almost a month ago now. Anyway, at work
goofy people have been wishing me a happy
Easter, which honestly isn't
offensive because I know they only mean well. It's when I really start thinking about it that it starts to bug me.
When they wish me Happy Easter they must either assume I celebrate it or don't realize it's a religious holiday and that there are people who don't buy into it. You can't really wish a happy Easter in a non-religious way; it's like wishing someone a Good Yom Tov or a happy Ramadan. I know I'm probably reading too much into it; they were having a happy Easter (or looking forward to one), and just want to wish me the same, without really thinking about it. But still it gets a little under my skin, thinking they're wishing me a happy day-that-another-religion's-savior-rose-from-the-dead. That's really pretty weird.
So maybe I will take this count of people who wished me a happy Easter, and when Beltane rolls around, I will wish the same number of people a happy Beltane. "Happy what?" "Oh, ya know, Happy Beltane. May your fertility rites go well, and may your skirts not burst into flames while leaping the balefire." Uh. Maybe then they'd see how weird it is to me that they're celebrating the rise of a dead guy 2000 years ago and want me to have a particularly happy day because of it.
But in reality, all it will earn me is strange looks.
And after all, they're just trying to be nice. Yeah.