So I joked about blogging about a blog. Now I feel obligated to do so. I sit next to a middle child who insists the world revolve around her, or at the bare minimum watch her as it revolves. It’s so bad she actually owns a T-shirt that reads, “It’s all about me”. Ugh, my days are filled with ego stroking this megalomaniac. I bet she even stopped reading this just to double check what meglomaniac means. Don’t get me wrong, she is amazingly intelligent and wonderfully delightful, but I have to tease her. If I don’t there won’t be room for me and her superego in our cube. True story.
So she wrote a blog the other day about life in the kibbutz. Not really, she tried to make us sympathize with her by expatiating about growing up with a New York Jew for mother. I believe guilt was the focus of the blog. I tried to ignore it for it the most part because I knew what she was doing. She was trying to make me feel bad for her having to deal with the dreaded Jewish guilt. The first step in effectively using Jewish guilt is to make the party involved feel bad for you in some way. Catholic guilt starts in a similar way, at an early age making you feel bad that Jesus sacrificed so much for you. Jewish mothers just tend to remind you of their sacrifices. I digress.
I refuse to fall for the blog. This is just her way of practicing the guilt on the literate population. She wants us to feel the woes of her guilt. Unfortunately for her, I’m like guilt teflon. When people try to make me feel guilty they just get put on a list of people to avoid. Unfortunately I can’t avoid her, she sits next to me and I desparately need her help and attention. I thought I could get away with pretending to have read it, but at lunch she told her sister and me how her BFF “Karen” told herthat her blog sucked matzah balls. She then went on about how the critizism is forcing her into a spiraling depression and she is going to give up blogging forever. What am I supposed to do? The blog was a little wonky, but she is a self-proclaimed blogger on course to become a great and respected master of the literary world. Eh, what to do?
