“…and I give you the brocha that you should find someone who is right for you bikarov in the right time,” she finished off.
I’ve gotten very good at smiling mechanically at these, but this was my friend. She reads my blog. She listens to me kvetch. She should know better.
“Seriously? That’s the best brocha you can give me?”
“Why, what could be better?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe that I should be happy with whatever my life is however it turns out.”
“Of course I want you to be happy! Happily married! I want you to settle down and start a life!”
“Well now you’ve busted my bubble. Here I am, 27 years old, and I thought I started a life when I started paying my own bills. I have a life.”
“It’s not the same, and you know it.”
“No it’s not the same, and I do know it, but that doesn’t mean it’s not a life.”
In retrospect, I might have been PMSing.
Driving home, I twirled the dial to WQXR for some classical music. The familiar beat of Pomp and Circumstance floats out of my speakers. I laughed. Some songs just always make me smile, and Pomp and Circumstance is one of them. It is just so thoroughly reminiscent of solemn collegiates in ridiculous gowns marching down the aisle, proud to be finished with their degrees and about to start life.
To start life.
My mind took the leap.
Wouldn’t it be perfect? Walking down the aisle to P & C, the song that goes with moving on, with graduating to the next stage in life.
Really, the mind wonders. Why isn’t this a more popular wedding tune?