so in grade nine i quit drugs and skateboarding and started getting into other alternative stuff. in grade 10, the craft came out and so my new alternative hobby was going to be wicca, with a few other friends. we were creating a coven. we did the important stuff like scope out a good meeting spot in the park near our school, invite other members and pick ‘code’ names, lest we witches be prosecuted by our peers, i think. there was kermit, xenophilia, aurora, aphrodite and me, rilah.
rilah is a deviation from a word i found, “rela”, i thought meaning “a little stream.” at the time, i thought this was poetic and symbolic of me. something to do with a stream’s beauty and brilliance and being taken for granted and underestimated based on it’s (my) stature. i’ve since found it to mean a “torrent or rushing stream” and that it is use mostly in reference to music. but i digress. i had to make it, you know, alternative, so i changed the e to an i and added an h on the end, giving you the present day, rilah. (say it with me now, REEEEEE-LAAAAAAA)
so, now you know how my persona came to be – because i was trying to create myself in another image, which brings me to…i hate
it when people think that it’s acceptable to envy a person, to emulate them and to worship the ground they walk on and then – boom – there was never any loyalty and they begin insulting the very person that they’re very obviously trying to be. and then they bring others into it and feign innocence and concern over whose feelings may have been hurt and then another day begins and it’s back to insults and treachery.
i linked you (i’m not including a definition of You, you know who You are and i see no further reason to potentially have an impact on Your traffic) because i saw that you had linked me. thought i’d give it a try. was being nice. etc etc. that’s through because you obviously don’t care about the people whose lives you’re trying to become involved in.
oh, and jesus, what kind of a stay at home mother to two children, one of which just turned a year old, has time everyday to cook, clean, shop at vintage stores, take art classes, paint, read, watch movies and blog sometimes three or more times a day? i know i’m being judgemental, but fuck. where the hell are your kids?
