Now I have figured out what those folks mean about the ripple effect with marriage. I'm afraid to note that next people will be marrying instruments - that's right. Instruments.
Because I'll be honest. I've never loved a non-family member as much as I love my C trumpet.
Scary, isn't it? Look what happened - that horrible domino effect of Massachusetts allowing gay marriage led to, well virtually every state, passing amendments, er, banning gay marriage, which then made me want to marry my C trumpet.
Well, so maybe it's not quite the ripple effect they were talking about. But I sure do love my C trumpet.
So I had a dream one night that I met my bashert (I can explain more about that another time), but then I woke up. I didn't get to see her - our eyes met for a moment - a wonderful moment - and she just started to walk across the busy room, and once the crowd cleared to let her through, she disappeared. I was awake. In my room. No bashert.
But if you find her wandering around somewhere, feel free to let me know. I'm sure I'll find her eventually.
(Bashert basically means soulmate, by the way.)
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