Vaccination: Q1

The second day of the vaccination processes is called “Q1”. I’ve yet to feel any of the effects of the Streptococcus pneumoniae, or any secondary effects of typhiod. None of the others have complained of anything other than boredom. I’m still being slightly antisocial, primarily just involving myself in the discussions when I’m in the break room, but not exactly extending myself socially beyond that. Mainly I’m staying busy on the new portfolio(Please take a look at it here), even to the point of discussing complications I was having with my ftp with my web site’s hosting company while having blood removed from one arm, and using the other to follow necessary instructions being told me on the laptop. Of course, a guy getting stuck in arm twice a day for a pint of blood is going to eventually want to eat, even if it means with strangers.

But, I’m a pretty amiable guy, and honestly I have connected with the rest of the lab ratsvolunteers when we do get together. Early this morning, after egg and french buttered croissants, I struck up a conversation with the dietitian and the sustainable agriculturist about squatting(living in vacant homes), the economy, and farming. The sustainable agriculturist was apart of a farm in the city, and we also spoke about recycling and the wastefulness of the west. There is an interesting similarity in all of our beliefs and our philosophies, branching at certain extremes, but never really colliding. Even when the discussion turns from the socio-political to the religious.

During the lunch break, the neurologist, the choir director, the welder & his sister, and the sustainable agriculturist were all discussing polyamory when I walked in. Like most things, I support polyamory, but probably wouldn’t ever involve myself seriously in anything like that. The choir director, just entering the room for lunch, asked what polyamory was. We explained that it was multipartnered, nonmonogamous relationships. The neurologist joked and said it was like swinging. The sustainable agriculturist gasped and asked if people still did that. I laughed, recalled a few swinger’s parties, and just said with a grimace,”You’d be surprised at what types of cultures persists through time.” She spoke about her sheltered life and how she worked the maintenance room of a convenant, and how she could understand.

The conversation shifted from the sexual to the financial, and we all spoke on how we were worried about following our dreams. Like most people, our concerns moved from thoughts of retirement benefits and insurance, to the mundane life that is indentured servitude in even in these modern times. We all also spoke of how we would hate to spend the next twenty years working for someone, and have to live with the regrets of not giving our life to our dreams and beliefs. The neurologist stated, “you can’t pray for a house, though.”

I was the first to laugh and say,”It depends on who you are praying to.” The choir director instantly agreed. I was asked about who I prayed to. I gave a small synopsis of my philosophy and my beliefs regarding vibratory thoughts and the natural patterns of life. I also stated I don’t believe in a personal god, and that I was half atheist. That drew laughter from the neurologist from Kenya who bellowed,”You are smart man, playing both side just in case!”

The conversation continued with us all explaining our varied manner of worship and belief. And even with a query from the welder and I regarding the historical proof Jesus, the bilingual, and well-traveled choir director simply smiled, leaned his into his Dell laptop and remarked,”Give me until dinner, guys…”