No, we don't eat that.


The more I am religious on my own terms, the more comfortable I am with it.
I used to be deathly afraid of having to explain my weird religion to people. I should say, my weird religious practices.

“So how come you can’t eat here?”
“It’s… not kosher.”
“But it’s bagels!”

“So why can’t you come out Friday night?”
“It’s the Jewish Sabbath… I can’t drive in a car or use money and stuff.”
“So, you’re Amish on the weekends?”

Well. As I’ve gotten older and more comfortable with myself in general, I have definitely seen an improvement in how I react to non-Jewish, non-practicing curiousity. I even slip a few jokes in there.

But man, are we Jews freakin’ weird.






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