"We've got magic to do"
Is neglection a word because, El Jay would probably use it to describe his feelings for me. Anyways I didn't die, I just returned from babysitting. I'm tired but my wallet is full, so life is ok. I was in Grease, for those of you who decided to tune out for a while. It was a fantasmagorical experience...not life changing or anything like that, but needless to say, I learned things, I had fun, I made a load of new friends who now know way more about me than they should, and hopefully still view me as the morally conscious person that I am. No really!! I am. There was some drama at the cast party, which I actually got to sit back and observe for once because I wasn't part of it. And now I'm just dancing through life...ya know generally mindless and careless. No but I actually am dancing A LOT...I just got a little carried away. Sorry Stephen, you can have your lyrics back. (I just saw a little Stephen Schwartz review today at BTC performed by little tots. Cute stuff).
I'm also giving my 2 cents in regards to every detail of my brother's fiesta de bar-mitzvah, because he could care less. I'm honestly waiting for him to tell us that he converted to Christianity or something. It wouldn't be too much of a stretch. I know I definitely know more Latin, and certainly more Christmas carols then I do Hebrew, so you can just imagine the extent of Jewish culture that my brother involves himself with. Luckily I know damn well how to throw a good party, and thats what counts right. Ok actually it doesn't, and I'm probably going to hell for saying that, even though I apparantly don't believe in heaven or hell. I'm pretty sure I never got that memo. I've gone through life pretty much establishing my own religion. I'd market it, but I don't think I could realistically explain it to anyone. So my kids are pretty much screwed. I'll give it a shot though, because uugghh I just cannot stand all the baggage that goes along with being Jewish. I barely even know anything about the religion, and still I get sucked into this big inside joke, that's apparantly exclusive among Jewish people....like I'm supposed to understand it. Yesterday, for example, I was driving with my mother (gasp...i know). I parked near Mina's and my mother's friend (BTW my mother is like the definition of a person who knows zero about the religion and still has to tolerate all the "stuff", that I haven't even elaborated on yet) stops the car and starts saying a prayer in Hebrew (we later found out it was supposed to be funny), and then starts talking to us about how her child is taking on some Israeli defense program or something, and my mother and I were like dumb and dumber just nodding and pretending we had just the slightest idea what this woman was talking about. Then the woman slipped in one of those sly generalizations...the "ya know...it's a Jew thing" type of deal. It just erks me. Believe me there are some really beautiful things about the religion and what not, but I can't stand the "culture" that goes along with it, because I frankly do not fit in. I believe in God, and I'm a perfectly respectful person and what not, but I just can't deal with the fact that being Jewish, also means committing to a world full of people that expect me to be eating bagels, laughing about jokes that involve cheap people that are UNDOUBTEDLY Jewish, and understanding words that they pretend are Yiddish. That's just not who I am. It never was, and it never will be, and my mom basically feels the same way, which doesn't surprise me at all. She hardly even knows how to spell Hanukkah, and meanwhile she still has to deal with all the aforementioned "stuff," that's just plain annoying and tacky if you ask me. I mean even when I was younger, I always felt bad about detesting the popular holiday anthems of the Jewish religion because they are just not pretty like Christmas carols, or Kwanzaa songs. It's the truth. Anyways, this has gotten intense enough for me. But as you can see, all this bar mitzvah stuff has gotten me a little riled up, but now I feel better, and I'm going to reflect some more internally before my hands fall off.
Summer days driftin away...
(who'd have thought Grease could have the potential to be emo)
I'm also giving my 2 cents in regards to every detail of my brother's fiesta de bar-mitzvah, because he could care less. I'm honestly waiting for him to tell us that he converted to Christianity or something. It wouldn't be too much of a stretch. I know I definitely know more Latin, and certainly more Christmas carols then I do Hebrew, so you can just imagine the extent of Jewish culture that my brother involves himself with. Luckily I know damn well how to throw a good party, and thats what counts right. Ok actually it doesn't, and I'm probably going to hell for saying that, even though I apparantly don't believe in heaven or hell. I'm pretty sure I never got that memo. I've gone through life pretty much establishing my own religion. I'd market it, but I don't think I could realistically explain it to anyone. So my kids are pretty much screwed. I'll give it a shot though, because uugghh I just cannot stand all the baggage that goes along with being Jewish. I barely even know anything about the religion, and still I get sucked into this big inside joke, that's apparantly exclusive among Jewish people....like I'm supposed to understand it. Yesterday, for example, I was driving with my mother (gasp...i know). I parked near Mina's and my mother's friend (BTW my mother is like the definition of a person who knows zero about the religion and still has to tolerate all the "stuff", that I haven't even elaborated on yet) stops the car and starts saying a prayer in Hebrew (we later found out it was supposed to be funny), and then starts talking to us about how her child is taking on some Israeli defense program or something, and my mother and I were like dumb and dumber just nodding and pretending we had just the slightest idea what this woman was talking about. Then the woman slipped in one of those sly generalizations...the "ya know...it's a Jew thing" type of deal. It just erks me. Believe me there are some really beautiful things about the religion and what not, but I can't stand the "culture" that goes along with it, because I frankly do not fit in. I believe in God, and I'm a perfectly respectful person and what not, but I just can't deal with the fact that being Jewish, also means committing to a world full of people that expect me to be eating bagels, laughing about jokes that involve cheap people that are UNDOUBTEDLY Jewish, and understanding words that they pretend are Yiddish. That's just not who I am. It never was, and it never will be, and my mom basically feels the same way, which doesn't surprise me at all. She hardly even knows how to spell Hanukkah, and meanwhile she still has to deal with all the aforementioned "stuff," that's just plain annoying and tacky if you ask me. I mean even when I was younger, I always felt bad about detesting the popular holiday anthems of the Jewish religion because they are just not pretty like Christmas carols, or Kwanzaa songs. It's the truth. Anyways, this has gotten intense enough for me. But as you can see, all this bar mitzvah stuff has gotten me a little riled up, but now I feel better, and I'm going to reflect some more internally before my hands fall off.
Summer days driftin away...
(who'd have thought Grease could have the potential to be emo)