We have always had people who want to be super frum, even if only for a limited time. No wine. No volunteering for the Chevre Kadisha. Hairdo in the style of Jesus Christ Superstar. And a Chatat, or sin-offering, at the end of the specified term of deprivation.
For a lot of reasons my synagogue composite has taken its toll on me. Decided to become an anti-Nazir for a bit. If the Gabbaim ask me to do something for which I have the skill, that stays. Otherwise, I put myself in Cherem. Not planning to change my diet, add to my prudent alcohol intake, or visit the barber more than I already do. I am planning to protect my space and express thoughts ranging from the relentless pursuit of mediocrity and irritation when I sit at the intersection of Hebrew School and Rabbinical Junior College. An unhappy consumer who's been denied the invitation of being more than a consumer, or even a creative mind who thrives juggling ideas. The anti-Nazir.
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