I met an honest Wiccan once. Grew to be really good friends with her. She pushed the whole “it is real” crap on you. Ended up sharing a house with her for a few years. Didn’t care what she really thought, as any respectful human should. She showed same disinterest in my thoughts. This is how meaningful relationships are forged. To each his own. Just relate as people, not beliefs. Got really tanked one night and I was rude.

“Do you really believe that crap?”

“Haha nope”

“Then why?”

“I just feel good doing it. Goblets of wine, full moon and fantasy.”

I understood. I will never begrudge her.

I begrudge the idiots that are not like her.