Ferdinand looked at himself carefully in the mirror. There was no doubt about it, he was jejune. Dull. Uninteresting. He wanted to fit in, but as yet hadn’t figure out how. He was nothing if not determined and analytical. Ferdinand considered his target group. The other guys at the factory his age, those in their early 20s, seemed to have two chief interests, partying and sports.
The party scene was out. He’d rather walk on a sidewalk of broken glass soaked in lemon juice and salt than become a party animal. He was too much of a home body and hated loud noises.
Sports seemed like his best option. In an attempt to build common ground Ferdinand joined a lawn bowling club. He was the youngest member by at least twenty-five years. Overall the other members were very friendly. They were pleased to have an infusion of youth. Ferdinand quickly discovered that lawn bowling was more than a game, it was a social group.
Ferdinand was excited to share his new hobby with this work mates.
“I went lawn bowling last night,” he said proudly.
“You’re brave to admit it,” said one co-worker.
“Admitting it’s the first step. Soon you’ll be on the road to recovery,” said another.
“No, it’s cool,” said Ferdinand.
“If you’re seventy,” said the first co-worker. “I have to ask you a question. Are you trying to be a loser or does it just come naturally?”
Ferdinand walked away more confused than ever. Being cool was simply beyond him.
That evening Ferdinand attended at jitney at the lawn bowling club. Everyone there seemed glad to see him and he enjoyed a wonderful game.