The letters of our thoughts are the ideas present in our mind before they come to realization . . . Thoughts that are, yet not felt . . . The words of the subconscious . . . of the soul . . .

These are the LETTERS OF MY THOUGHTS.

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

The 770 Experience - בנוסח חיפושיות הקצב ואבנים המתגלגלות

This isn't a chassidishe post . . . not by a long shot.
It's not even a pragmatic one.
It's one that has been lying around my computer and mind - in one for or another - for over a year.
If you wish, however, to see . . .

This 770 as seen through the lens of the music of a tumultuous era . . .
Things can be rough, they can be hard . . . but B"H they work out in the end.

Note: This post is only a summation of various epochs as seen in my life and the lives of various friends. Dziękuję B-gu, there are many solid days of learning and farbrengins, mivtzoyim and chassidus etc.


One starts off in 770 in holiness learning Torah, farbrenginish and living in 1414 or a basement . . . in short: living and chilling with the boys.
But times get tough: you want to get married and the dates don't seem to work. You sleep in and waste time . . . Chavrusas come and go - life flies past the rear view mirror . . . frankly it's depressing, and with out a solid system one feels alone.
But you get by - with a little help from your friends.


Then it comes. After all the stupid Resumes and judgmental comments you go out . . . but doesn't work . . . it hurts.
But Hey Yid (think German) it'll be ok.


Life goes on. Things don't seem to work . . . until you come to the realization that you have to make a chesbon hanefesh - it's tme to get back to basics . . . no matter what you do it all winds back unto itself.


A shidduch is proposed that finally seems to work . . . Have you actually worked everything out yet? No . . . but suddenly there's a spring in your step. It's getting better, better all the time.

And then it finally works out . . . You can't always get what you want -
Bingo!

l'havdil elef alfei ha'alafim havdalos . . .


So I don't end as grub'yak . . . something real - from the soul





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31 comments:

e said...

Yeah, one of these days I'm gonna write something about 770 and later bochurhood in general.

Mottel said...

It's not so bad . . .

Mottel said...

Af dem ganev brent der hittel! I never said anything bad! Are you perhaps referring to the not-so-rosy picture of 770 you described in the post?

The Real Shliach said...

770: an abattoir for bochurim.

le7 said...

Cheesy.

Cheerio said...

the abattoir comment or the whole post? i found it intriguing. a little insight into the dating life of the author...
(also, it really creeps me out when e. and mottel use each others names. esp when i read the comments late at night. i get very confused.)

le7 said...

I agree. It's very confusing. I was wondering why Mottel answered himself.

Mottel said...

-E: Just remember on 15 Sivan after I leave: ih lav hai yoma dekagarim, kama Mottel ika b'shuka! And try to remember to log out . . . of all my issues, schitzophrenia has never been one . . . It isn't so much that 770 isn't rosy - I just spoke about a certain aspect of it.

-TRS: For someone who never did it, and unfortunately never will - you're one to speak

-LE7: What's Cheesy you didn't explain.

-Cheerio: It doesn't actually reflect my dating life so much - and in truth I'd venture to say that it more or less sums up the lives of most of the basement bochurim (not bloggers) out there who haven't yet met Mumma Liba on the far side of the mechitza

Mottel said...

Let me add: Besides the many 'good' bochurim out there, that take advantage of 770 - this post is only a summation of various epochs in the overall experience. There are many solid days of learning, frabrengins, being happy and jovial etc in there as well

Cheerio said...

mumma liba?

Mottel said...

Auntie Love - she's a shadchan in these here parts. She's actually made a lot of shidduchim lately.

sarabonne said...

Mah zeh nereshkeit?! Good post, Hey Jude is an old favorite.

le7 said...

Using Beatles' songs to illustrate your points is cheesy.

Mottel said...

I think you miss understand my point - I'm not trying to use the songs to illustrate my points . . . these are songs that either came to mind, or I heard when experiencing or seeing these various moments - fact check that with the Amazing Yankel if you wish.

le7 said...

Don't get so huffy. I'm sure you were sincere when posting these songs.

Mottel said...

-LE7: I'm not getting huffy - but I do wish to clarify my position in light of your comment.

le7 said...

Right, but clarification/defending comes off as huffy when done so through comments.

Mottel said...

Then let's not get into what rapid, long and sometimes personal comment exchanges between a choson and kallah look like on certain blogs . . .

le7 said...

Why are you so mean Mordechai?

le7 said...

You should be happy! You're getting married!

Mottel said...

a. Who say's I'm mean? Maybe it's the lack of emotions expressed on the comment field?
b. I was born that way, ask Sef?
c. Maybe I'm stressed right before the wedding?
d. Maybe I'm just a tease
e. Maybe when I'm happy I become mean.

Take your pick . . . :-)

le7 said...

I pick f. Anyways, have a good day. You're down to 4(?) days before which means currently you are held prisoner. No wonder you're stressed.

e said...

I'm not impressed with your new disclaimer.

The post is what is. Live with it.

le7 said...

Eliezer, why are you going from blog to blog harassing me?

Mottel said...

-E: I'm clarifying not disclaiming.
-LE7: I see no harassment here.

le7 said...

Oh that was directed at you, not me.

Mottel said...

-le7: Auf der Ganiv brent der hitel

le7 said...

Okay okay whatever.

Anonymous said...

kinas sofrim marbe chochma

it is good that you two (trs mottel- a pair in my mind) got engaged at the same time it is sporuting engagement posts

e said...

What disclaimer did you think i was talking about?

tracy said...

Beautiful video. i am still learning and have soooo much to learn. Thank you for helping to teach me, Mottel.