So I was feeling quite alone Friday night as I strode home from shul.
I ran into four 18-year old Israeli girls who’d just arrived two days ago and were looking for their Shabbat dinner hosts.
I didn’t know where the hosts lived but I knew I could find people who did. So I led the girls down Pico Blvd.
On the way, I ran into three people I’d just davened with.
They were amazed.
"Do you practice astral projection?" one asked.
Only later did I realize they’d been talking about me and then suddenly I’d materialized out of the dark like their worst nightmare.
Why not talk with me as well? I’m not so bad.
Maybe I am.
I made my bed. Now I must lie in it.
I found the girls their home.
Now where’s mine?
I feel like there are all these great conversations going on around me and I’m excluded.
