I would first like to commend the personnel who assisted me. They were kind and affable, with an exacting efficiency throughout the whole process.
Once I arrived, I got my vision and hearing tested. Nothing extraordinary there, except that I failed the depth perception test by a smidgen. The projector-like eye piece was cumbersome, and I found it difficult to point out the little circles that protruded out from the others. This precludes me from being a pilot I was told. I wonder if I would have passed the test as a youngin'?
I guess the most amusing part of the process was stripping down to my underwear in a big room with about twenty other applicants. There were chairs lining two corners of a cold, large room. When I entered the room, it became obvious that I was to strip down and sit along the wall. Luckily the first seat next to see the doctor was open and I grabbed it. After I saw the doctor, my group was asked to stand in a line and perform predefined movements, such as the 'duck walk', a movement wherein you walk on your heels and toes in a crouched position. The calisthenics were conducted in view of the doctor and the group of applicants awaiting their turn.
A funny feeling came across me while leaving the facility. It almost felt like a sadness. The only think I can attribute it to is a feeling of aloneness after being a part of something of which you have no control. Or maybe it was a feeling of a loss of self after being processed as something other than a fully autonomous being. We do as humans have a desire to be a part of something larger than ourselves, maybe that was it.
In any event, it felt good being at Freedom's Front Door, wearing the Pierre Cardin tie, a beauty; accompanied with a baby blue Calvin Klein shirt and Banana Republic navy blue striped pants.
Muchas Gracias, Ryan.
2 comments:
I'm pretty bummed that you won't be a pilot.
Love the blog Ry.
Best get used to loss of sense of self. You do what you're told, when you're told.
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