youlooksosmall:

polar-solstice:

Let me share with you a lesson my father taught me: curses don’t have to be so exhausting.

Look I’m not a huge advocate of them in the first place, and I think that casualcurses has a lot of good ideas about it. More complicated things, or more harmful things are just unnecessary and cruel and often in a dark gray moral area for me. But little curses add up, and they’re effective, and they can really ruin someone’s day without draining you. Not just that, but you don’t even have to be the one to maintain the curse of provide the bulk of the energy. You can make them do it. 

Take, for example, this one time I was at a concert. This girl was going off about poser witches while we were on line. She was wearing all black and a zillion necklaces with bones on them, and was trying to be really, really overt about her practice. Which is fine, but not really my jam. In the middle of her ranting my friend must have rolled her eyes, or maybe this girl was looking for a fight, but she went off on us about how we wouldn’t know the first thing about witchcraft. And my friend, being one of my friends and therefore physically incapable of keeping her mouth shut, snapped at her something to the effect of “and you’re a fucking bigot and not half the witch my friend here is”, which of course led to her trying to goad me into a pissing contest. Which wouldn’t have worked, because I didn’t really care, until she threatened to curse me with a pet death. I mean, shit. That’s a fucking fight. But ultimately I thought she was more fluff than substance and not really worth much, so I did what my father and his mother taught me to do: I made her curse herself. I stood very, very still, and raised my chin slightly and smirked at her as she turned away, and I said softly, but in a voice that would carry “so be it”. It was shitty, cheap theatrics, but I caught her attention just as she was walking away, and she tripped over her own feet and fell hard. I was lucky, she even drew blood on the pavement. And when she looked up, there I was, smiling at her. 

Cut to two weeks later and she had tracked me down via facebook and photos from the concert and she begged me to take the curse off her. I hadn’t done shit, but every bad thing that had happened to her, she blamed me for. She had cursed herself, and her belief in me fueled that. I didn’t have to waste any energy on her at all. And lifting the curse took no energy either. I messaged her back that it would be gone by the next new moon, and sure enough, her belief that it would be lifted lifted it. 

Its a bit shitty and cheap, but if you master it, its an excellent way to curse someone without having to exhaust yourself. Shit, it works just fine for Wiccans too, because you didn’t curse anyone, you just let it happen to them, and there’s no spiritual duty to rescue in that oath of yours. So that’s today’s lesson, children. Curse when appropriate, but remember that sometimes, vengeance is a dish best served in a fast food bag, quick and prepared entirely by someone else for your own enjoyment.

Whoa.
I do love some casual cursing.