tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2633952367455665536.post7001974546448792698..comments2024-03-28T18:37:17.426+02:00Comments on DUS IZ NIES !! Rare View...: Satmarism vs Zionism Part 2 ... "Zionists Started the 6 Day War"Dusiznieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17159854165651441155noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2633952367455665536.post-12674111666310818742014-09-08T21:08:05.214+03:002014-09-08T21:08:05.214+03:00FIXATIONS
I'm not shrink, nor son of a shri... FIXATIONS<br /><br /> I'm not shrink, nor son of a shrink, but noticed over time obsessive fixations by outwardly normal looking people. The scary thing is that it could happen to you and me....if it hasn't already in some form or another.<br />I don't mean the rebbe ... I mean this here wall, but fixated people distort reality and reinvent history to justify their behavior.<br /><br />The other night at a wedding, I'm sitting at a table next to well dressed middle-aged man... Gold cufflinks, monogrammed cuffs, silk red tie, dark green fedora resplendent with an eagle feather and wearing this huge wedding band to ward off aggressive women. Apparently a man of means who thinks a lot of himself . We make small conversation.. tells me of his homes in 4 international cities, supports 3 yeshivas ... goes to the opera 3x yearly, etc. etc.. Very normal, interesting conversationalist, smart, sense of humor, worldly... but now watch..!! <br />Waiter places the entrée in front him . The gentleman stops conversation and stares into the steaming chicken a la creme-de-faux, potatoes and derma farci in utter fixed fascination... like a cat staring at a mouse.. Rivulets of sweat pour down his face unto his starched shirt and I'm becoming concerned. <br />The man on my right whispers in my ear on the QT that this gentleman fears mashed potatoes like the devil himself .Has for years blamed his mother for force-feeding it to him, and other than rich fortune smiling on him, his mental life has forever been destroyed.<br />Long ago, he was advised to file the mother/mashed potatoes incidents in the Me'uvas Lo Yuchal Liskon pail (assuming even if it was truly an avleh) and move on, but he can't... Or he won't.. or both.Maybe it's too late... He has too much invested, time, $$$ , emotion, disciples, zhlubbs whom he convinced,but most of all, himself...Too far down the road to reverse without looking like a fool... <br /> Because actually, it was his mother who saved his life, the man tells me.<br /> During a serious illness, doctors unanimously urged mom to feed his the MPs..<br />So instead of thanking his mom, he now hates her. Poor mother.. had no car, nor money for taxi.. so she borrowed a $1 to ride the TRAIN squeezed in with a little more than a 1,000 other desperate riders for all kinds of reasons in order to get him life saving food from a24/7 vegetable store 5 miles away...<br /> Mashed potatoes has become his bane and misfortune in his otherwise wonderful life..<br /> If you were an observer at another table looking on, you'd think there was nothing abnormal happening.. Just 2 guests conversing politely. But you turned away the exact moment this man was having a silent, but strange raging fit. You don't see what's obvious to our table...<br /> There's a titanic, turbulent mental struggle of epic proportions churning in the mind of an outwardly calm, sane man. <br /> " Talk to him about anything subject," says my whisperer, " He's engaging, witty, sharp as a Zionist bayonet,but the second you mention potatoes, he chews carpets. My word!!." <br />Never knew what happened because that moment, the usual ubiquitous , omnipresent yiddel suddenly appeared.. You know,,,, My'riv, My'riv.... Myriv?? Myriv?? <br /><br /> Derby...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com