Saturday, April 3, 2021

I received my vaccine a few weeks ago, and I’m disappointed that I didn’t turn into The Hulk or even Spider-Man. I’m an older gentleman, and I feel life has passed me by, but then again, I did have my thumb sticking out and was picked up for the ride to the vaccine. I could have gone to the hospital, but fate made me go to the local CVS pharmacy. No one was in the building, and as I approach a worker, all they did was keep their distance and pointed toward a direction. I followed the pointed fingers to the location where I arrange to have my Johnson & Johnson vaccine shot. They jab me with a needle full of life of some foreign sort, and I didn’t feel a thing. They asked me if I wanted to stick around for 15-minutes or so, but I told them I had to leave.

When I got home, I immediately went to the mirror to see any physical changes in my face or body. Nothing on the face, and I took off my clothes to see any changes behind the clothing. My urge was to put the clothes back on, but I stayed put until I check the entire front part of the body. I had no means to study my ass, or behind the knees, so I figure if it is like the front, the back couldn’t be too far off.

When I went to bed that night, I was sure I will feel a change going through the body. I wasn’t expecting symptoms of a cold or flu, but more of a difference where there is no turning back. I was hoping for something more sexual, but I fell asleep with thoughts of past orgies. When I woke up, I felt dreaming of past sexual conquests, which made me tired for the day. The only difference I thought that the next day was an intense need for reflection. I felt my ego was of great importance to not only the world but me as well. With that thought in my mind, I went to the fridge to make myself breakfast. I feel that there is a new world out there waiting for me to leave the house. After being in the house for the past year, I knew some people were dying to see and have me in their company.

I went out the door. I sat by my little step that leads to the entrance to my home. It was odd that no one approached me. I made some phone calls, and those who remembered me said that they will get back when they too receive the vaccine. Still, I had a nagging thought in my head that perhaps they forgotten me.

It is now two weeks later, and I’m still sitting on the step, waiting for someone to greet me. I was hoping that the crowd will call out for more, but alas, I paid more attention to the day turning dark. I put my homburg back on and went back into the house.