Nov 19, 2007 09:11
My dad grew up saying he always wanted to be a mensch. I guess it’s my turn to try - even if I stumble; even if I fail.
Mensch, for the uninitiated, is a Yiddish word that Merriam-Webster’s defines as “a person of integrity and honor.” It means being respectable, honorable, dependable. Someone folks can count on.
For me, it means learning how to be OK with being alone. It means not dating - at least not until I can truly devote myself to someone new. I won’t disappoint or embitter anyone because my emotional compact disc is stuck on a perpetual skip; to do so would be unconscionably selfish.
Most of all, it means being a loyal friend who accepts and understands that’s the role he’s going to play. There’ll be no recasting and no switching of scripts.
It means standing stock-still and statue-firm when every impulse tells you to cower.
It means building a life for yourself day by day and brick by brick.
Don’t write me off yet. I’m trying to be a mensch, a good person. I’m trying, and that’s all I can do.