Monday, September 18, 2017

Finding Connection- Off the Derech

I’ve been here for just over a year. Connecting with others in the Jewish community hasn’t been easy. I’ve gone to Netivot dinners; ice cream socials for the 20’s and 30’s sponsored by the local Temple Beth Shalom synagogue; Shabbat Lunch and Learns at Harvard Hillel; I’ve both hosted and gone out to meals. But connections have gone no further than these events and activities, and often I end up asking people’s names and a recap of their occupation, and them mine. With perhaps some additional bits to the conversation, we part and if I see them again it’s the same cycle.

Temple Beth Shalom in Cambridge

Perhaps I’m searching too deeply for something that doesn’t exist. Perhaps I should be satisfied with these interactions that can simply go no further than an every-now-and-then Shabbat meal. 

Someone close to me recently suggested that I allow myself to experience the superficiality of these conversations and accept the loneliness when the conversations end. But I don’t want to live a lonely life. People are not meant to be alone- and certainly not me.

So why is it taking so long to connect?

I mourned over the possibility of living with loneliness, and then something else came to mind. I remembered researching online Meetup events in the past and finding a bar that holds Queeraoke night once a week. The night following this conversation I got dressed and headed out to Midway Café in Jamaica Plain. I met some folks and ended up spending much of the night with a girl, dancing and hooking up. I felt connected and on a high.


The following week I joined a running group. We ran 3 miles, beginning from the Davis train station and up to Alewife Brook Parkway. The endorphins kicked in after the run and I went back the following week.

I’ve even taken the T on frequent Friday nights to ImprovBoston for a comedy lineup, a women’s night, a mainstage show. And I’ve genuinely enjoyed myself, interacting with the bartender, buying a cider, and feeling a general sense of relief and release.

Needless to say, I'm not feeling the spiritual calling that the Jewish New Year- coming up in just a couple of days- is supposed to bring- the desire for a connection to G-d, to our faithMaybe keeping myself limited to the Jewish community was a mistake- I enjoy meeting people of other backgrounds and perhaps with more appearances at these runs, at Queeraoke night, at ImprovBoston I can establish more concrete relationships. Or at least enjoy myself, in the short term. At least for now.