TheDoLittle
Disco King Discombobulator
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On New Years Eve this past Monday, my family doctor had an "Open House" in his newly re-designed offices to show off the work that had been done before fully opening today. His nephew had done most of the interior design, his brother-in-law did most of the destruction/construction, and I had helped with doing the design work for the custom signage used around the office. Since I had been "cordially invited" and I really had nothing better to do that morning, I decided to go. It was stated in the invitation to dress "very informal" and it being such a warm day that day, I dressed in a plain black polo and jeans, but without realizing it I grabbed my baseball cap with my collection of Steve Jackson Games' Illuminati pins festooned all over the front.
A short 10 minute walk later, I showed up for the barbecue and my pins were an apparent hit. Not really knowing at the time, but quite a few people there were Freemasons and thought my pins were some sort of statement (as I am some sort of "art person" and apparently aways doing these sort of things to "freak out the man!"). After having to explain that the pins were a part of a game for the thousandth time (and I don't enjoy having to explain the gaming culture to people who have no concept or can't possibly understand the genre) I begrudgingly folded my cap and stuck it into my back pocket.
After sitting down to one of the best rack of ribs I've ever had the pleasure of chewing on (and trying my best not to actually eat the styrofoam just because I didn't want to leave any drop of the sauce... IT WAS THAT GOOD!!), Doc and his nephew sat down beside me and continued with the Illuminati jabs. "So you're the one keeping the water fueled carburetor under wraps?", "So you're out to rule the world?", "So you're the one who faked the moon landings?", "So you're the one made Elvis famous after his spaceship crashed at Roswell?", etc. Now I usually give as good as I get, but I was off that day. My comebacks were so lame that if Tiny Tim had heard them there was no way he would have blessed me and more than likely would've whack me over the head with his crutch.
I don't know exactly how or where the conversation got to Freemasonry, but Doc asked me if I had ever thought of joining. I've known he was a mason back when he first opened his practice here and he's known of my atheism since I was a teen. I explained to him I've never been big on fraternity, I hardly even talk to my own brother anymore, and the whole idea of going through some ritualistic ceremony to gain admission to a club was too esoteric for me. He then explained they don't really do that at their chapter unless someone is gaining their 3rd degree, and even then it's nothing more than an understated knighting ceremony. I asked if my atheism would be a hindrance, because I was of the understanding you had to believe in a supreme being in order to join. He said they usually ignore that rule for apprentices but that I'd might have to rethink that philosophy if I was going to attain any other degree in the order.
So my question to the peanut gallery is...
Would you join an organization that would have you change what you felt is one of your core beliefs, or lack thereof, in order to attain a level of networking contacts that could open doors for you professionally and quite possibly personally?
A short 10 minute walk later, I showed up for the barbecue and my pins were an apparent hit. Not really knowing at the time, but quite a few people there were Freemasons and thought my pins were some sort of statement (as I am some sort of "art person" and apparently aways doing these sort of things to "freak out the man!"). After having to explain that the pins were a part of a game for the thousandth time (and I don't enjoy having to explain the gaming culture to people who have no concept or can't possibly understand the genre) I begrudgingly folded my cap and stuck it into my back pocket.
After sitting down to one of the best rack of ribs I've ever had the pleasure of chewing on (and trying my best not to actually eat the styrofoam just because I didn't want to leave any drop of the sauce... IT WAS THAT GOOD!!), Doc and his nephew sat down beside me and continued with the Illuminati jabs. "So you're the one keeping the water fueled carburetor under wraps?", "So you're out to rule the world?", "So you're the one who faked the moon landings?", "So you're the one made Elvis famous after his spaceship crashed at Roswell?", etc. Now I usually give as good as I get, but I was off that day. My comebacks were so lame that if Tiny Tim had heard them there was no way he would have blessed me and more than likely would've whack me over the head with his crutch.
I don't know exactly how or where the conversation got to Freemasonry, but Doc asked me if I had ever thought of joining. I've known he was a mason back when he first opened his practice here and he's known of my atheism since I was a teen. I explained to him I've never been big on fraternity, I hardly even talk to my own brother anymore, and the whole idea of going through some ritualistic ceremony to gain admission to a club was too esoteric for me. He then explained they don't really do that at their chapter unless someone is gaining their 3rd degree, and even then it's nothing more than an understated knighting ceremony. I asked if my atheism would be a hindrance, because I was of the understanding you had to believe in a supreme being in order to join. He said they usually ignore that rule for apprentices but that I'd might have to rethink that philosophy if I was going to attain any other degree in the order.
So my question to the peanut gallery is...
Would you join an organization that would have you change what you felt is one of your core beliefs, or lack thereof, in order to attain a level of networking contacts that could open doors for you professionally and quite possibly personally?