Now, I'm not in the least Jewish, but my boyfriend is half (the half that doesn't count, but he follows some of the rules anyway), so I thought I'd give fasting for Yom Kippur a try. Honestly, I've gone 24 hours without food before, so that isn't the hard part. The difficult thing is not drinking anything.
I had a major retard moment last night: I was at the library - my home away from home - and passed the drinking fountain and habitually went to get a drink of water. It wasn't until I had a mouthful that I remembered, and felt like a fool. I contemplated briefly just swallowing it (yea, I know how that sounded, get over it) but decided against it out of shame. So, unknowing of my audience, I spit the water back into the bowl and turned to leave. Behind me was a very confused looking guy who asked if something was wrong with the water. I said no, that I was just a bad Jew who couldn't remember to fast. I thought he was going to wet himself laughing, so I figured my momentary lapse was OK, as long as I was still able to make people laugh.
In conclusion, here I sit, starving and thirsty, while my Jew boyfriend snores in my bed attempting to sleep away his hunger. Silly Jews.