A few weeks, an entire season Sex and the City on dvd, two trips to LA, one more tattoo, and a whole lot of iced coffee later… I have come to this rest area.
It’s amazing what a large iced coffee does to my mood. And my headaches.
It’s been a while… In the craze of deciding I was going to spend the year in Israel on a Saturday morning in late-August and needing to make plans that should’ve been finalized in mid-April, things have been nothing short of very exciting.
I’ve decided the following: If we could personify apathy and ignorance into whatever sort of personalities or monsters come to your mind, they would make some seriously vicious comic book villians in a comic about the world today. In a nutshell, that’s what I’ve been experiencing recently.
The highlight, the climax, the big event of said comic happened last night at the end of my last dance rehearsal of the season with my team (and for me, my last rehearsal ever with this particular team). In discussing auditions for next season, i felt it an appropriate time to announce, “guys…I’m not gonna be re-auditioning, i’m moving to Israel for the year…or longer.”
The reaction: “that’s so random.” “do you speak their language?” “why?”
And…the icing on the cake that I feel like I’ve been eating for weeks now… “I’ve never even heard of Israel. Is that a country?”
Now, as diverse as this world is and as unique as every individual can be…I, more and more, am finding it rather easy to classify the people in this world into two categories:
1. People who know something. anything. any range of anything.
2. People who know nothing. Well, i mean they usually know themselves pretty well.
I hang out with a lot of dancers. I just want to put it out there that not all dancers are this ridiculous about the world outside of theirs…a large number of them are, but not ALL.
And so…I leave for Israel in a little over a month…with a stop in NY on the way, I believe. If anything thus far, I’ve become quite the expert on responding to these comments that I never seem to be prepared for. I guess, after spending a few weeks at a Jewish camp (which in Jewish camp time is somewhere between a few months and lifetime), I forgot that some people just have no idea.
“Why Israel” > “Why not?”
“Aren’t you scared?” > “I choose not to beleive in fear”
“That’s random” > “I think moving to tha vatican would be a little more random for me”
“Is it safe there” > “about as safe as driving my car on the freeway”
and…”Bye, Jordyn…I hope I can see you before you leave for Egypt” > “Yea, I hope so too??????”
And so…in utter exhaustion from explaining and defending (when I always remember post-conversation, that it was a waste of energy)…I find more and more excitment, enthusiasm, and passion about the year ahead. With no idea what will happen, who I will meet, who I will be and where I will go at the end of a school year…all i know is that I’m moving forward. If east is considered forward, that is.
What better place to be in a world and a time when we are on the brink of revolution…when apathy, ignorance, and complacency are coming at us with their weapons in hand, their evil eyes glaring down at the face of reform, and their powers ready to combat those of today’s revolutionaries. Who’s stronger? I guess we’ll have to wait and see…all I know is I’ll be fighting our battles from The Holy Land.
For now…I have come from out of the rain and into this rest area…caught however many miles between there and here…juggling predictable conversation with folks who believe, somehow, that the flatlines of small talk will give us life.
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