This must be what going mad feels like.
So it’s almost Purim, the one Jewish holiday totally saturated in silliness. And yesterday, I was dressed up in a makeshift diaper and eyepatch, standing in front of 50 people, sucking my thumb.
And the show hits…a new low.
You see, our office has fun activities from time to time. And Purim, I imagine, is one of the bigger ones. Fine, no problem. But I wasn’t in the mood for silliness and fun today. I wanted to just sit and do my work, or at least get distracted accidentally, not intetionally. But one of the managers came in to my cubicle and told me to go. I asked if I have to. She said yes. (I soon expected the German-accented “you veell be go-ink and you veell be enjoyink eet.”) So I went.
They introduced the game: each group would use the available materials (pipe cleaners, large pieces of construction paper, etc. to make costumes, and the best costume would get a prize. So our group decided to dress up one of us, and I let them bicker about it, having no desire to participate at all in this silliness. And I got increasingly annoyed and just wanted this silly thing to be over. I was in a bad mood, I guess. So finally, after like seven minutes of this I threw my hands up and said I’d dress up. Anything to get the agony over with. Unfortunately, I hadn’t been paying close enough attention to what they were planning on doing, which is how I ended up prancing about the stage, supposedly dressed as Moshe Dayan’s great-grandson. This, mind you, in front of many people I had not even met, but who will now likely remember me as “the guy who dressed up as a baby.” Great.
Oh, and to top it all off, though I tried washing off the red makeup they used to make me “rosy-cheeked,” it just kind of faded, so I looked like I was blushing for a while afterwards. Which maybe I should’ve been.
That’s it. I’ve entered the Twilight Zone. There’s something on the wing, and only I can see it, and no one’s gonna believe me.
P.S. I’m back in Israel, for those of you who didn’t know. I intend to give you some stories about Arizona and returning to Israel sometime soon. LOTS of writing to do, and a lot of other things. Like finding a place to live.