Who’s normal??

Sometimes I get to feeling like I’m normal. Then, I remember I’m only 1 of 7 billion inhabitants on this fruitful orb. Of that number a little over a billion are Chinese. Another billion plus are Indians. India Indians not American Injuns (no offense.) Americans are a small fraction of the total.

Talk of Indians reminds me of the time I told my rig manager, an Indian, the India kind, when I was in India, that the rig had engine problems.Waterbuffalo

Something got lost in translation there.

Hindus revere cows as a source of food, but wouldn’t dare eat one. Though I know of one man, Raju by name and Hindu Caste by religion and lot, who ate a bite of fillet out of curiosity one night. He likes his medium-well now.

They believe in reincarnation, too. I don’t know exactly how all of that works, but what you come back as after you’re a human would bother me … was I to believe in such things. My luck I’d return as a dung beetle.

Some years ago the company decided I should attend a sales training course. Why someone who drills holes in the ground would need such an experience eluded me. My wife laughed when she heard. Anyway it turned out to be a fast and furious lesson in psychology and sociology—driving, amiable, analytical, and expressive human traits and government/family versus individualism/money.

ChinaI discovered I’m 90% driver plus a 10% mix of the other three, and I lean heavily to the money and individualism side of the chart. I believe our government should deliver the mail, defend the borders, not the boarders, and leave me and mine alone, period. Nothing more.

My learnings never explained why I found my Indian roughnecks, all three of them, in bed with my assistant driller one night. He was an Indian and a man. They were under the covers, curled up together, watching a Hindi musical … in a single bed. Arab men, Indian men and Filipino men hold hands in public. The latter I can stomach.

Or why one of my Sri Lankan roughnecks walked in my office one day with an armload of Cokes and offered me one. He’d just been informed about the birth of his first son, and he wanted to have a drink of soda and celebrate. I got to thinking and asked, “Haven’t you been in Saudi Arabia 2 years without a day off?” He stood proud and told me his brother went in for him.

Okay, I’m not normal, but who is?

Tomorrow morning, if you wake up disappointed because you have nothing to do, thank God. Most people wake up disappointed because they have nothing to eat.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s