WELLBEING → MUSINGS Issue 785 · November 13, 2019

Planet Normal

But we ourselves, while loved, don’t belong. We don’t live on Planet Normal. We live on Planet Crazy

Planet Normal

The music swirls around me, the dance steps synchronized. They’re all smiling. They all understand this joy. They understand the rhythm of bringing your children to the chuppah.

First they go to seminary, then they date, then they get married. Then they have a vort, then a shower, then an aufruf and a Shabbos Kallah. And then they wear their gowns and take pictures and have a shmorg and badeken and kittel and ashes and brachos and chuppah and smashing the glass and yichud and pictures and first dance and dinner and second dance and shtick.

It’s like The Fish and The Soup and The Chicken they serve their family on Friday night.

It’s how it works.

Nobody says, “Wait, which fish?” It’s The Fish. Everyone has it.

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