An American student, on the other hand, is not sure what to pray for: “I know we’re not perfect — me, my husband, my friends — but I really don’t think we’re bad people. I always find myself thinking this during the High Holy Days, as I mumble my way through all that selfdeprecating liturgy: Overall, I’m really a pretty decent human being. ‘Then why do you always get so depressed?’ my husband asked.
“Depressed is probably too strong a word, but it’s true: I do get moody around the High Holy Days. What I feel crappy about, I tried to explain, is that I don’t feel crappy enough. With all those hours of prayer designed to induce guilt and remorse, you can’t help feeling remorseful if you don’t feel remorseful.” apikorsus.blogspot. com