No! Silly! Not THAT season! I'm talking 'bout the Jewish season of being merry!
So it's Rosh Chodesh Adar, and I'm trying to increase my joy. But how do I do that?
Well, in elementary school, we played "shtick" on our teachers. After the long process of getting the whole class to agree to one idea of "shtick" then the even longer process of getting the principal to agree to the "shtick", we would invariably bring in paper bags to put over our heads and baby pictures to place in front of us, and have the teacher guess who we are.
Then, high school came along. The "shtick"-approving process got longer, leading to some unapproved "shtick" which in turn led to detention. But as the years went on, and we grew tired of having a girl hide in the closet and pop out in middle of the lesson, the real reason behind "shtick" came to light.
All we needed was a break in routine. If the routine manner of coming to school was in black socks/tights, then doesn't it stand to reason that a great "shtick" would be to wear polka dotted socks, or socks with colorful stripes?
And so seminary passed, and I entertained thoughts of wearing beige tights with seams to class on Rosh Chodesh Adar. (I didn't, simply because I couldn't get passed the Chassidish secretary for approval;)
And now, here I am. &?@$ years post seminary. And I am DYING for some "shtick." Call it a break in routine. Call it an immature streak. Call it boredom. But I can't help but mourn the loss of my youth, where I got to do immature things and label it "shtick", whereas now, if I want to do immature things, I have to make sure I am far from the prying eyes of bloodthirsty shadchanim.
I had a brief thought of pranking my boss-oops- I meant doing "shtick" on my boss, but I like my job, so that's out. And I don't think that even the boss with the best sense of humor in the world would appreciate tasting their coffee and finding that someone replaced the sugar with salt.
So I was going to see if my mother wanted to bear the brunt of my desire to play "shtick". But somehow I don't think me and my mother share senses of humor, and I'm pretty sure she wouldn't find it funny to turn on the kitchen sink in the morning and find that I'd duct-taped the dish washing hose thing down, so that instead of water coming out of the faucet it comes spraying from the thing on the side.
So here it is, Rosh Chodesh Adar, and I can't seem to figure out how to get a break in routine. Calling in to work dead might work, but they might find me a replacement before I can make a grand re-appearance. And cutting my hair into a bob might work too, but I wanted something without long term ramifications.
And so, I ask all post high school people out there......How are you celebrating Rosh Chodesh Adar? How will you increase your joy today? What will be your outlet for the inner child deep inside of you, longing to do "shtick"?
Ah gutten chodesh everyone, and remember- be happy!