I am neither Witch nor Pagan: What am I Then ?

Good question.

I belong to a witch and pagan network that can be found on the social media site that is a blend of your face and a book. (CAREFUL about spelling the website's name out in this place as it is not well-received by the powers that be).
I don't practice anything. I don't manifest energy within the areas that most folks focus; money, sex, power at the workplace. I sometimes to put forth a request for love, but that is usually in the form of a friendship with someone who wants something similar. I often find myself holding back because I am not looking for someone on the DL or a man who wants FWB.
So why do I bother with the witches and the pagans? They have fun rituals and many of the energy casting practices are meaningful in their own right. The whole polytheism, however, goes against my integral makeup of the body/mind/spirit collective and I never quite feel good about deciding if there are multiple deities or if the single deity is an amalgamation of different genders and ages.
G*d isn't necessarily stagnant and the fact that my People don't make graven images of Him signifies that the King of Kings is not to be pigeon-holed based on our notions of age, race, gender, sexual identity, and the like. Anyway, I don't generally think of G*d in terms of desires of the flesh.
When I lost my most current best friend in the whole wide world on the planet, I had to do grieving in my own way. When my Mother died, I was comforted by saying the Mourner's prayer every day. It was a simple song (that could be said in words when I wasn't in the mood for singing) that was belted out with a covered head and while facing east. Facing east was not always an easy undertaking and it was the first time in my adult life that I had to buy a compass.
So, when my best friend in the whole wide world on the planet died, I went to a tarot shop and asked to speak to their sales witch. "I'm not a grief counsellor," she told me. "I know," I answered. "You're a witch. Anyone can talk to a grief counsellor. I need to talk to a witch. And I don't want any cards."
So she asked me to tell her about the story of Mary (the name of my best friend in the whole wide world on the planet who had died). And I did. And I cried.
Even as a non-practicing practitioner, I have never felt alone among the witches and pagans of the network.