It is so easy, while going through life, to create an indelible picture of oneself as good and, if not clever, at least average in intelligence. One may, if one is careless, begin to think they have lived a relatively good life – in spite of the occasional rough spot one either created for oneself or pride in navigating a spot others create for one.
An essential necessity of getting along with others is the ability to laugh at ones own short comings (which may only be done if one admits one has such, of course), so it is with complete candor I admit to making fun of myself or saying something to allow another to feel somewhat amused in dealing with me.
All of that said, the other day I eMailed a person thought friendly to myself and I poked a bit of fun towards myself.
The response surprised me.
Using my words in conjunction with their own they responded to my sally. I felt there was something in the choice of words sent me and dwelt upon one in particular. I couldn’t think of why that particular word, nor what they meant by it, as none of my beliefs touch upon it.
a man who practices the black arts; a male witch; sorcerer.
a fortuneteller or conjurer.
before 900; Middle English warloghe, -lach, Old English wǣrloga oathbreaker, devil, equivalent to wǣr covenant + -loga betrayer (derivative of lēogan to lie)
I have corresponded with this person for some time and thought ourselves friendly.
From the reaches,