Some people are just scary and terrifying and we should never, ever, ever try to talk to them. That is not at all what this post is about.
My Rav doesn't understand about my bartender. I haven't ever had the chance to tell him this, but I think G-d draws me to this young man. I think She wants me to tell him something.
Other people delight me even as they scare me.
Intimate sharing is wonderful to a point, but dangerous and even bone-chilling beyond that point. The implications are deep and potentially mystical.
She was what was known as a bad girl and I was a goody-two-shoes...
Thirteen years ago we first fought over Crayola markers in the Jewish nursery school...
I miss the days when friends and family members truly opened up about their insecurities, failures, and deep thoughts. Yes, you're adults now, but you can still share your souls.
The group I imagined was splendid. But since when is something that seems wondrous actually wondrous and not, you know, a cult, or whatever?
