Since Tisha B’Av is the saddest day of the Jewish year it’s only right to hate it, we hate being sad as Jews and therefore I decided to write a post about what I hate about Tisha B’Av the most. Every year, someone is likely to have the same old debate about whether Yom Kippur or Tisha B’Av is a harder day to handle. At least on YK you have to be in shul all day, but on TB we’re sitting around trying to feel sorry for something we can’t relate to.
I hate the 3 weeks, because it’s like that time of year when everyone suddenly gets into a mussar mode, instead of confessing about all the wrong we did, we’re supposed to show some love and start speaking out against sinas chinam. It’s always a rough time for me, because my heart is filled with so much hate that all I do is walk around all day hating on people. This is a rough time for someone as hateful as me , but this is not what I hate most about TB.
Most people hate the fast, sitting on the floor, watching Chofetz Chaim heritage foundation materials, and wondering what movies are actually appropriate for Tisha B’Av. I never understood why movies on the saddest day of the year were suddenly kosher, yet the rest of the year they were forbidden.
Nope, my most hated thing about Tisha B’Av is kiddush levana. You’ve just fasted 25 hours, maariv is finished, you’re ready to grab a drink from the water fountain and suddenly “they” hit you with kiddush levana.