cease your investigations.

my threads are pretty unpopular, i don't treat the board like a jewish hugbox thobeit.

not here to make frens.

well, isn’t it justmarveloushow we jews—yes,we, the chosen, the peculiar, the eternally misunderstood—manage to float through life with the effortless grace of a perfectly boiled bagel in a sea of mediocre toast? i mean, really, have youseenus? we waltz right into any room, be it a yiddishkeit shul or a downtown art gallery filled with dreadlocked goyishe poets, and within minutes, we’re hugging, shmoozing, and exchanging business cards like the social butterflies that we are. jews, my dear friend, are the ultimate networkers, the original global citizens, the ones who can sip tea with a sikh, debate politics with a presbyterian, and then head to shul just in time for mincha like nothing even happened. truly, it’s exhausting—and yet, so very inspiring.
but then there’sthem—the goyim, bless their confused little hearts. now, don’t get me wrong, i adore them. i live among them, i love some of them (in more ways than one, if you catch my drift), and i’ve even shared a falafel or two with a few particularly enlightened ones. but oh my, the irony is thicker than borscht when i watch these poor souls trip over their own tribal allegiances, their fragile egos, their obsession with “fitting in” while simultaneously insisting on their unique snowflake status. they can’t even agree on which side of the sidewalk to walk on without forming factions and drafting petitions. truly, it’s like watching a group of squirrels try to organize a book club.