I was reminded last night why I don’t go out to socialize much: because people are stupid. This is something I realized early on in childhood when I found I couldn’t relate to my peers because they were dumbasses who believed in Santa and other magic sky-people, and who would tell me that my family and I were going to imaginary-fire-prison-in-the-ground if we didn’t go with them to a stupidly expensive building some other idiots built to talk to imaginary sky-people and ask for their imaginary forgiveness for stupid things like lying to their mothers. (Then ask your mother for forgiveness, why don’t you?)
But things change, right? Maybe that was when my peers were kids, but now we’re all adults. Maybe that was when I was back in my tiny hometown, and now I’m living in a city, pop. 11 million. I keep wanting to have hope for more of humanity than can be saved (pun intended), so I thought, “Gee, it’s a brand new start for so many things in my life! Let’s try doing things that are supposed to be fun for people my age!”
Oh man was I wrong. Yeah, I’m swimming in a new pond, but the fish are as dumb as usual, falling for the woo hook, line, and sinker. Maybe they’re even dumber because I purposely avoided these types of people before, but now we’re all expats and forced to mingle with each other if we want English-speaking company.
We went to dinner, and then to a bar after. I had some drinks at both places, but spaced out enough that I remained sober the entire night/early morning, so I remember everything clearly. The food was good, and the music at the bar was good. Some of the conversation was good. Those were the only redeeming qualities of the night. (It was not fun watching others slowly lose their motor skills and then drunkenly paw at each other.)
I made a bit of a social gaffe at dinner, and a guy who was talking to me earlier then stopped. It was about blood type “science”. As soon as it was brought up, I said, “Blood types? No, that stuff’s fake.”
I didn’t stop to think or stop myself from blurting that out because, in my rationality bubble, no one could possibly fall for blood type pseudoscience. It’s obviously BS, right? Almost as unbelievable as homeopathy! Some dudes made it up to trick people out of their money and only the gullible types who like to throw away $20 per vial of beautifully packaged plain water would fall for that. It just seems so common sense that your blood type is just about the proteins you have on your red blood cells and has no influence over your personality or what foods you should eat. There’s nothing mystical about blood types, doesn’t everybody know that?
So I offended one person, obviously a fan of the blood type diet – he didn’t speak to me for the rest of the night – no great loss since he was also an idiot in other matters. Another, one of my co-workers, said, “That’s funny, because the reason I don’t eat meat is because of my blood type.”
Two followers of the blood type diet at one table?! And they hadn’t met each other before this night. What is this world coming to.
I tried to simplify my explanation of why blood type astrology is complete and utter bunk. I gave a bit of a history lesson, that blood types as markers for personality traits and temperaments was first promoted and popularized by a Japanese professor during the 1930s and has its basis in scientific racism. The professor was trying to explain why the Taiwanese resisted Japanese domination. Because more of them have such-and-such blood type so they’re more willful! We need different measures when dealing with them! Our blood type is mostly such-and-such, which is characterized by blah blah personality traits that make us ideal conquerors! They could benefit from our rule, those inferior A/B/O-type savages!
Obviously I said it in a nicer way than that, but it still clearly came across as “Your pseudoscience of choice is based on racism. Do you still wanna believe in it?” I’d like to think it gave them something to consider.
Well hey, at least the biologist at the table agreed with me. She looked to be having a miserable time as well, having to argue the most basic common sense things into peoples’ heads. Like: no, exercising and eating “according to your blood type” will not enable everyone to lose weight, because science.
Also, from my end: no, Japan didn’t start using Chinese characters in their writing when they “conquered China” and “stole the ideas for the characters”. WTF is this guy on? He lives in China, he speaks Chinese. He should know this! Nobody was even drunk at that point! I shouldn’t have to be giving really basic history lessons on a Friday night out. And I definitely don’t ever want to see about half the table looking at me as if they didn’t know this stuff before I explained it. (We all live in China.)
It’s a bit sad that having a rational mind precludes me from enjoying conversations with stupid "fun" people. Or, well, I guess I shouldn’t say “stupid”. Ignorant, then. Or scientifically illiterate? Wait. No, I mean stupid.