Don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it… that’s what’s went through my head this Rosh Hashana during the well-wishing when I had to paste a smile on my face while listening to how this year I should find The One.
It’s not that I’m not interested. I’d be very excited to find The One. But I get bored of always hearing about it, and always having it at the top of the list, above health, wealth, happiness and all that other good stuff. Just one Rosh Hashana I would like to hear someone say, “This year you should love every minute of it and only shed tears when you’re laughing so hard you can’t breath.”
Anyway, Frumanista had a moment like that, which inspired this little musing.
For being so spotty. I haven’t had much time to sit down with my laptop recently, and then I’m usually deleting spam and returning emails.
Lucky for you there are other blogs out there. Im Yirtzeh Hashem is relatively new, chatty, and properly punctuated. What I like about it is that it’s written by a guy. So you get this wonderfully honest (I hope) post about appearances that completely restores your faith in mankind.
Turns out that men aren’t so different from us after all – give or take some facial hair. I like this post, about becoming The Older Single. So far, there are still plenty of people around who are older than me. But what if someday soon I become The Older Single that all the neighbors slip into their prayers, and at whom all the bais yaakov students glance sideways and pityingly? Oh the skin crawls!
But at the same time, I’m kind of glad I haven’t gotten married yet. I mean, who has time for it all? Yes, I know. Marriage is like having a kid. If you wait until you’re ready, you’ll die without it. But that doesn’t mean I can’t see the benefits in remaining single. I mean, it’s not like I could help it anyway. And I have a policy about things that I can’t help: don’t sweat ’em. If possible, enjoy ’em. So I am.
Enjoy the reading! I’ll be back as soon as I’ve cleared my inbox, data-entried my expenses, and cooked and ate dinner.
Me: Mazal tov!
Other Person: Mazal tov to you too! And may you get a big one yourself.
Me: [frowning] Eleven pounds? That’s a bit much.
OP: No, I was thinking in the lines of 140 pounds…