This morning, my boyfriend went to synagogue and I did not. I felt a bit guilty--not that I've gone in recent years, even for the High Holidays, but peer pressure is not a negligible force, even in religious matters. But I had a lot to get done today, so I figured it wasn't the best day to find God, when doing pretty much anything would have been procrastination.
Eventually, though, some procrastination was needed, so I went for that most productive-seeming procrastination: running. As I ran around Prospect Park, I began to notice that most people around me were Orthodox or Hasidic Jews, on their way from shul, (prayer?) book in hand. And there I was, running. Well, jogging, not that that makes it any better. Listening to a Monty Python album rather than, say, music; again, not that that makes it any better.
UPDATE
This may ease the guilt, especially if it's preceded by fasting, not jogging.
Thank you, thank you, for killing my Reihan Salaam theory.
ReplyDeleteWhat's a Reihan Salam theory?
ReplyDeleteI feared your school girl crush on him had developed into something disturbing.
ReplyDeleteWhat a mystery this is!
ReplyDeleteAh yes, Camembert helps ease everything... Thank G-d I'm excepted from the fasting thing :)
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