Thanks

Just a quick little detour from my boring term papers. College...

Anyway- I wanted to thank all of you for your nice and inspiring comments. I was feeling MUY confused last time, and that was mainly because of my situation with certain boys and my parents. But after thinking about it, I think that I do know what I want. I am never really this insecure about anything, and it scares me. What is this doing to me? I have firmly decided in my mind that I am happy the way it is right now, and I should not get myself all worked up. I mean, I have plenty of time. If something comes up and its good, great. If it does not work out, thats good too. It is hashem sending me a message. Because he knows that I have a hard time saying no.

I dont know what I want anymore

I really don't know what is wrong with me. I mean, I came home so sure of what I wanted. And was totally gung-ho about everything- kollel wise, learning for how long and whatever. And now- not so sure. Perhaps it is because I have had a few recent bad experiences with the lot of boys whom are supposed to be those "top boys" I should be moiser nefesh to have.

All I know is that the more time is going by, the less and less sure of myself I am becoming. And it really freaks me out. I know I want a boy to be learning, but for how long, I do not know. I am not a forever type of hashem yaazor girl, and do not think I can live up to that.

AHHHH. I hate this stinking pressure. I'm sort of happy that I have time till I have to go out now. I feel as if I am a pendulum, swinging from side to side.

The rules

So, how can you tell if a girl is engaged?

First of all, there seems to be a general rule. It does not apply to all engaged girls, in fact, I know plenty of them who shy away from this. But pretty much, if you see a girl in Touro, or wherever, jerking her left hand around as if she has a twitch, she is engaged. It's kind of like, "Oh, let me fix my hair, with this hand, and shine my ring in your eyes." It's lovely, really. I'm not being cynical at all. I hope when I am engaged I too can partake in this fun act. It is just a comical observation.

Second, just wait for that snippet of conversation. I mean, I was sitting in the lounge and overheard, or rather, heard because it was so loud, a funny convo.
Girl: Oh my gosh, I just like, totally don't know what to buy HIM. I have never known a BOY before.
Friend: Yeah. I don't know.
Girl: I mean, do I buy HIM a tie? Or do I buy "my chosson" ... lalalala.

LOL. I turned around to this girl and with a huge smile asked, "Are you engaged?" What do you think was her reply? "Me? Oh, how did you know."

too cute. lol.

NaNoWriMo

Does anyone do NaNoWriMo? For those of you who don't know, it is Nationa November/Novel Writing Month. There is a challenge to all of those who feel a novel inside them- to write a 50,000 worded first draft in a month. 30 days. Its nuts, but quite invigorating. And its about the quantity, not quality.

I don't know if you ever tried to write a novel. But I have. And I know that you get so stuck trying to make it perfect, with every line sounding smart and whatever. And then you get to page ten, and thats it. Nothing comes out.

NaNoWriMo is the thing to challenge that writers block. It is just for fun, and you can write about anything. I decided to take the challenge this year- but of course got side-tracked with midterms. So I'm up to 9,000 words instead of 25,000. Bit of a problem, eh? lol.

It is a great way to express yourself. And mine's totally kosher, don't worry. Its YA.

weddings

Alright, we all know about the Agudah's takanos of what you can and cannot have at a proper, hechsherized wedding. I think that the guest list is limited, as is the band, shmorg, and no bar. There is also a ban on the vort. And all this is to cut down the costs of weddings.

People are obviously spending more than they can afford. With weddings come mass expenses. And lets not forget the furniture, or even the gown rentals! There is so much money that has to be spent its almost comical.

So it makes sense that the rabbanim try to lower the costs. But I was thinking. I mean- yes, there is a difference in the wedding halls, and the catering and everything. But why on earth do we have to feed every single person we have ever known? And you can't chas veshalom not invite them, for they will be insulted.

Why do we have to have a whole ganzt meal. I would be perfectly happy with a shmorg. I mean, who eats at weddings anyway? I know that I don't. But maybe I am speaking for myself. I think it is ridiculous how society creates these neccessities. So what if we don't keep up with the Jones, or is it the Cohens?

Why do my friend's parents have to cry and worry about debt because they are marrying off their daughter? Weddings should not be about the materialistic things that we have made them into.

Last time

I didn't really mean to sound pessimistic, or desperate in my last post. I was just feeling a small bit of rejection, and I needed some sort of catharsis. But feeling bad for AidelKnaidel time is now over. For now.

It's just that, for my entire teenage years, I have been envisioning the shidduch age. I always knew it was hard and all, but I never imagined it was like this. I honestly thought that you come home from Seminary, and your phone is ringing with suggestions. I did not know that this only happens when the boys come back from Yeshiva. Hah. With girls, you practically have to beg.

I am so young. I know. I don't mean to sound annoying, and low, and just desperate. I'm not. I have plenty of time, I am quite busy... and I will be acquiring my BA in another year and a half. But, the longing is still there. It isn't as strong as my older counterparts. But it is there. And the rejection hurts at eighteen as much as it does as twenty one.

Sorry- will write longer as soon as I finish with my round of exams.

My letter

Really, it is fine that you said no to me. I know that you are a top boy. And that I am young. And I didn't go to BJJ or whatever the top seminary is now. And that it wasn't you, but your mother who has a list full of hopeful girls. And that I am not supposed to know that I was even considered, but I do know. And I am glad that hashem has taken away someone not right for me, instead of making me decide. That is in fact, exactly what I asked of him.

But why do I feel so lost? I was actually quite calm and chipper when I figured it out from my father. Its fine. I smiled and told him that I am glad to have the decision out of my hands. I mean, its only the third boy that my father wanted for me to say no. Or not yet. Yeah, right. I would say that I was busy too instead of confrontation.

I know there are so many boys. And that I do not need to get married this year, or when I am nineteen. It is just the waiting. The feeling now. It is melancholy and low. I'm really ok. Right?

I have to remember. Remind myself that it is not me. I am a good girl. A BY one, who is nice. I have a good name. I know that I am nice looking, and thin. I do well. I am intellectual. And I want what is best. I strive to be better. Sure, maybe I am not from the "frummest" neighborhood. And yes, my family does watch DVDs. Is that why you turned me down? It is really ok. I'd just like to be given a chance.

What if no one wants to give me a chance?