I spent Rosh Hashanah wanting to say inappropriate things. I wanted to be cutting and cruel and sarcastic. I kept it all up bottled up inside except for once when I speculated that a bloke’s wedding might be a same-sex wedding. Other than that, I kept my urge to violate suppressed.<\/p>\n
Other than furiously tamping myself down, perhaps I could have spent the days yearning to get close to God. Or I could have instead used my energy to free my neck. When my neck and face are free of unnecessary tension, I feel no need to act out. I think it would be more productive to free myself of unnecessary head-neck tension than to keep tamping down every other thing I want to say.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I spent Rosh Hashanah wanting to say inappropriate things. I wanted to be cutting and cruel and sarcastic. I kept it all up bottled up inside except for once when I speculated that a bloke’s wedding might be a same-sex … Continue reading