The Fairy Tales of Science

Sometimes, I think that scientists, early on and at a very early age, get an tremendous education through classic Halloween horror stories on the pitfalls and error of disregarding the opinions or feelings or thoughts of the rest of the human race, especially if they're particularly brilliant. That just because you might think they're stupid or slow or whatever doesn't mean that what they think or feel doesn't matter or that they can't hurt you badly if you treat them badly.

Everything from Frankenstein to Dracula to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde to 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea all tell the same sort of story. Don't put yourself above or beyond humanity, or the mobs with the pitchforks and torches will be coming for you.

Not that we all *get* that lesson, but still... I got it pretty early, and I think my time at Caltech made me VERY aware that I'm not really that smart, and certainly not smart enough to act like some idiots with very high IQs. So I ended up just doing my best to treat everyone pretty well.

Sometimes, I think that 'regular' people need the same Halloween education. I'm running smack into two people who think that everyone else's opinion (yes, including mine) is just a waste of their time. And it's like they don't realize that their disdain is EASY for everyone to pick up on and resent, and just 'cause they believe that they have all the answers doesn't actually mean that they do.

It makes me want to hit my head on something. It's annoying and disrupting, but not dangerous, yet.

On the other hand and in the real reality, Halloween's been a blast. Jet's having a great time with his usual gang of friends, and they're running around with the usual parents still following them. We had pizza together, and I'm giving out the candy as usual. I also had my annual checkup, and my doctor has called my lipids panel "phenomenal". So I now have a clean bill of health and yet another mammogram scheduled. Whee...

And on the gripping hand of reality, I am recovering from a 3 hour session under the needle of Mike at Main Street Tattoo. He was recommended by the nurses who were taking care of Julie, the lady who went with me to get the tattoo she's wanted for decades. I fell in love with the art Mike presented me, for all that it was quite different from what I'd originally half-envisioned. If you see me, ask to see it, and I'll quite cheerfully show you, as I did my doctor. And getting a tattoo is just like getting etched with fire.

It is beautiful. I am in love with it. It's more powerful than I'd originally thought, and I think I can grow into it. It makes me think of the spell tats in Robin McKinley's Sunshine. This one is for warding, seeing, protection, and the power to make things real.
I am not saying my life became easier, but I probably became more polite to other people when I realized that my own affections and fandoms and hobbies were no better and no worse than someone who liked to spend their time on handbags, football, nail varnishing, or whatever, and liked to talk about the same.

And you are absolutely right. Disdain in other people can and will be felt, and will influence their relationships with everyone around them.

I look forward to seeing a picture of the tattoo at some point! I do daydream about getting a tattoo of my own, some day, but I'm not sure what of. (And please don't suggest a Library brand across my shoulder blades...)
Yes to all of that.

*laughs* I should just make a point to get out to you part of England sometime, and you'll be able to see.

Well... I'll admit that Faber got his say on mine, as did Alloyed Jade and Deidre (the cybergirl who wanted it so that she'd never be surprised from behind), so gaming/story will have its way sometimes. The Brand would be amazing. *laughs* But I think Irene might be miffed if you took something that was so entirely hers.
To me, getting a tattoo felt like getting scratched over and over by a cat. Hot and itchy at the same time. Because of where mine is (partially over my spine), I also had the interesting sensation of my arm going numb several times during the process. I'd like to get another and I know what and where, but currently, my desire for more dolls (and thus significant amounts of cash) takes top spot over the tattoo want.
Mm... my arms didn't, thank goodness, though mine is over my upper spine as well.

But, yes, priorities! And your dolls are amazing.
The funny thing is, even (or actually, especially) in areas I'd consider my bailiwicks, such where I make my livelihood, the more I learn, the more I realize how little I really know, and see more of the limitations and assumptions that underlie many of the 'certainties.' I recognize that tendency-towards-jumping-to-certainty may be a function of how particular personalities are put together, but this-IS-the-way-it-is thinking makes me skeptical that the person is as masterful as they project, just from how I've seen things work in areas I like to think I know a little about.

The ice is often a lot thinner than the treaders on it suspect it is.

Too, the last week I've run across at least a couple of conversations which were between people coming from completely outside my own experience, whose topics had never been on my radar screen, and realized my role there was just to be quiet, listen, and learn from others whose path is on a wide vector from mine, and to try to gain a greater appreciation of the wideness of humanity. When I run across things like that, it reminds me there's a much larger world out there beyond what I know and live, and to try to have some humility rather than assuming I *know.* I hope I manage that more often than not.
Exactly that, to the first. There's a wonder to it all the bigger and deeper we get into it, I think... that mastery begets wanting to include other people into it at whatever level they're at, and that ideas can be so much bigger than a single person. Or something like that...

Maybe it's just experience? I don't know...

And, yes, about the ice.

Mmm.... yes to the latter, too. I do love listening to people who really are into anything, and it's just fun to learn and listen and be. I ran into that a lot at BigBadCon, independent designers who were amazingly into what they were doing, and all I did was listen and absorb. None of them exuded that disdain of others, and invited questions of interest and thought and were so happy when people brought in ideas. They were amazingly enthusiastic about ideas from other people that they thought were cool, and were quite capable of telling stories about failed branches of endeavour when those came up. There's a very real difference.

The INTP site you pointed me at was another fine example.

And I think you manage quite well at still staying open to what might come to you, if that helps.