There's something incredibly sad in talking to "fellow" occultists.

(Now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm one of them and I'm not saying I'm not. All I do say is that I remain a skeptic. - I doubt, therefore I am.)

So today's conversation was rather funny. So was yesterday's. I mean sure, I can just imagine some kind of horrid monster blazing down from the sky to inform someone that the world is ending and soon. Right, because they have a messenger service of extraterrestrials/angels/demons/any kind of assorted creatures about the impending apocalypse. The apocalypse, that I have been informed will happen in a few years. While I have been told that a few years ago, and almost every year, of course. Why is it that they never come true?

And also, there is the matter of "gruesome days to come". Like hell. No, not literally. Every year I hear the ominous declaration that this year will be horrid, or at least more horrid than the last one. Half my occult contacts greet me with that at new years' or at Samhain, or whenever, being all solemn and I'm guessing quite serious. Those are the times I feel like asking them some serious questions like: "Wasn't that what you told me last year too? And the year before that?"

Well, the sad thing is, if you dare doubt them, they'll declare you insane, they might even mention they have been seeing some clouding of your "third-eye" of recent months, and you shall become persona non-grata. Well, there are certain advantages of being a pariah, after all they won't be bugging you with all that "This year shall be worse than the last!" ominous death-rattle shit, but... well, not for long. Also, there are a few people I can stomach it from, but actually... Not from many. I believe there shall come a day when all the dates of ill-fated future apocalypses that were oracled shall pass, and they will be left with nothing.

Although I am pretty sure the apocalypse shall happen during my time. Mankind has accumulated a bunch of very dangerous toys, and there are no gods, and yes, I know I said there are no gods, bite me, to slap their wrists (I did not include myself because I would never use them unwisely) to drop them and leave them be. I am sure we (they!) shall destroy all of humankind in the most gruesome, impossible and stupidest way ever. And I shall facepalm in the midst of all that destruction and look on critically and say a few sarcastic words before biting the dust.

Dragons. They are the same as unicorns. They are cute, cuddly and utterly, completely unrealistic, and exist only in people's imagination. Show me a bloody (no, figuratively speaking) skeleton of any kind of dragon and then I shall believe it hasn't all been just an imaginary creature the people in the middle ages thought up when they saw a dinosaur skeleton.

And there are people believing they are dragons. They are multiplying by the seconds. I honestly don't know why some formerly intelligent occult friends of mine decided to go insane and fantasize they see dragons or they are dragons. My mind's blown, I admit. It was really uncalled for. Is that thing contagious or something?

And last but not least... what's this mania about inventing more gods? I am kind of resigned to the fact that half my occult contacts believe in Lovecraft's creations, or more like believe they exist. I think that's their prerogative. I mean they have the right to pick their imaginary friend. And who says any other man-invented god is better? Because they were all invented by men, so who cares. Although I feel a bit uncomfortable, but... that's normal. I'm a skeptic, I have the prerogative to feel uncomfortable being addressed by people believing in their imaginary friends religiously. (Pun intended.)

So that's it. Do I sound scathing? Because I feel like thumping my occult friends over the head so they can get their brains right, but then again, I am in no position to say what's right. I'm only in the position to stare at them blankly and question if they are in their right mind to believe in something that has no proof whatsoever of if said something has already been proved wrong or imaginary.

Oh well.