I'm not worked up. My comparisons are sound, albeit dramatic. I was referring more to conversation than a page on a newspaper. I see certain topics, like astrology or christinanity, as a sort of litmus test--a sort of general idea of what I can expect from a person in the future.
Obviously it is as harmless sitting on a newspaper page, as a person sitting on Santa's lap or hunting for easter eggs--which I don't do either. I don't ritualize buying a lie--even if I don't REALLY believe it. The pettiness of the lie is not an issue to me. The repetitive reinforcement of ritualizing something does not get me worked up--I simply have no respect for it, and have no problem saying so. It is this passive ritualization of known falsehoods that engender most of the ridiculous behavior and ideas in the world--from the astrology column to the Inquisition, to Muslim fanaticism. From a person's sign meaning something unwarranted, to dead people coming back to life, the power of prayer, and the bible proves that serpents could at one time speak. I extend a smile and some tolerance as long as the stupidity is eating at someone else's mind, but when I feel it gnawing through my own backbone and brainstem, I withdraw my tolerance and give them the finger.
The process is significant. It is precisely it's apparently trivial nature that makes it significant--significant, without being important. Therefore, I don't take it seriously. I just simply don't take it at all.
If I'm going to make a pet habit out of something, I prefer it be something more interesting. I do have pet habits, in fact, here's one that seems petty in scale, but I enjoy it for about 30 seconds:After Chinese food, there's always the fortune-cookie. For years now, I have thrown away the cookie and chewed up the fortune. I usually get pretty surprised looks in restaurants.
It's a pet habit--like the astrology column, but it's fun, and if there is any meaning to the ritual--however slight, it is the defiance of influence by an impersonal agent. Besides this, I originated it.
Of course, when I referred to books about mind-fucking, I was referring to astrology specifically. The Satanic Witch is applicable, but very useful beyond the realm of basic bullshittery.
I admit there are practical uses for the verbal jargon that goes along with astrology for Satanists--if one wishes to swim in this medium. I just don't care to, unless I have to. While this is true--I usually don't balk when someone reads off their entry in the column. I usually just smile and nod. If the conversation goes much farther than this, I prefer to be known as someone who rejects crap, than thought of as a tolerant person.
Socially, the mental laziness is annoying, and the stratification benefits seem on the order of those attained by mingling in a church. There are so many better things to do in the world. I just prefer not to waste my time. It's more about boredom than offense, really.
I just thought of a new pet habit while I was writing this. I think I just improved the spelling of "Christianity."
I think "Christinanity"
works better. I think I'll go with it. This beats reading an astrology column any day.