Author: Teel

Sometimes I wish I were Jewish.

Even just a little. It’s a genetically predetermined religion, and as far as I know I am not even a little bit Jewish.

The only thing that has ever motivated me to even consider my genealogy is the (hope?) idea that maybe I’m a descendant of King David. Yet my doubts always seem to prevent me from searching for something that (probably) isn’t there.

When I was a little boy, I didn’t want to be a fireman or a policeman when I grew up. I knew I could be superman, but how realistic is that? What I remember wanting to be (maybe not from a very young age, but certainly as a child) was a rabbi. I still do, sort-of. The more I learn about Judaism, the more I feel like it fits. I took an interesting test recently, and it said my beliefs were something like 96% compatible with Reform Judaism. Silly genetics.

Constantly.

I am on the verge of tears constantly.

Not just tears, but sobbing and everything that comes with it.

Little things seem to set me off, but not necessarily unexpected things. Usually music.

So the plan to wake up bright and early Sunday morning and pick up the Chair.5 didn’t work out. I didn’t wake up bright and early on Sunday, and I then found myself unable to communicate with Julie. Iain and I were theorizing about that yesterday when, every single time he tried to send a message to me about Julie or the situation at hand, it did not make it through to me. Like, the internet was in on the not letting me communicate with Julie thing. Luckily, Iain was still able to communicate with Julie, and we worked out to go down there after work yesterday and get it. A little work taking off and later replacing the shell on her truck, but the Chair.5 is now in my living room.

You’re not supposed to be an ascetic yet, Teel.

I know!

By Grapthar’s Blender, what a Monday