Confession time

RESPECT him

emily

A lot, actually.

today, two days later, I found her at the animal shelter. so it's a happy ending but I feel more than a little bit guilty about my reaction.

I've almost obsessively lurked these boards since last summer, (I've posted only a few times).

I refuse to grow up.

I'm, essentially, a recluse (I don't like labels). I refuse to leave the house for months on end. When I do have to leave, I feel disgusted the moment I'm back home and need a shower right away.

If I'm dancing in a club, I am compelled to sing along with songs I know all the words to. And I know the words to a lot of songs.

I am outwardly quite friendly, and usually make good friends wherever I go. But I have a misanthropic streak a mile wide, and I worry about becoming a lonely, crotchety, reclusive old man. People disappoint me with their greed and their stupidity.

I get seasonal depression in the winter time, and it's been bad enough for me to think about doing myself in.

I am so ambivalent about both of my parents that I could happily never speak to either one of them again.

I think I'm addicted to the internet.

Every few minutes or so when I am internet surfing at work I get this bad, guilty "omg I am internet surfing at work!" feeling even though no one in two years has ever given a fuck if I surf the internet at work. Right now, I am only even in the office because I'm waiting for someone to bring back my car (everyone else is gone early for Labor Day Weekend) and I still get the feeling every few minutes.

Last night I had a rare night out to hang out with some friends in a bar -- it's actually a book club that meets in a bar. My wife and daughter go to sleep early, and although I figured I'd be home by 10pm or so, I decided to stay a little later and have an extra round with a few of the people who stayed. I was a little drunk by the time I walked to the subway. I was also hungry but there was nothing to eat between the bar and the train, and also my phone died on the train, which was my only source of reading material, and it was a long ride home. So I decided to get off the Subway at Broadway-Lafayette, not really remembering what was around there. Well, nothing is around there in terms of purchasing food or reading material late on a Wednesday night, so I just walked for a while, in the freezing cold, until I came to an area with more stuff. I bought a Harpers magazine for the first time in a long time and picked up the Brooklyn Rail. Then I went to one of those shitty Ray's-type pizza places and sat and ate a slice and read, and then went to the nearest subway and made my way home. I got home around 2am, which is pretty late for me these days. It's a very banal story, really, but it felt very strange the way I had the impulse to do this thing and yet the product of my impulse was extremely boring.

I've only listened to ≈ 10 jazz albums in my life, and 1 of them is a ~dark jazz~ album.

I moved to a new town/state in June 2013, but I still occasionally check out books and DVDs from my old town's library.

I first read Tolkien at the age of 25.

I didn't really understand how traffic lights worked until about a year ago.

I've never heard an Aerosmith album or an "underrated aerosmith" album in my life.

I stopped going to synagogue the week after I got my Bar Mitzvah. The rabbi stopped me in the street one day, got out of his car, and threatened to take it back off me! Can you revoke a Bar Mitzvah??

to belatedly answer the original poster's question, no one, including your rabbi, can revoke your bar mitzvah. nor can he award you a bar mitzvah. all he can do is lead the service at which your bar mitzvah is publicly acknowledged, which, technically speaking, is all that happens on that day. so if you've been avoiding him, you can stop.