Random Drunk Vs. “Darwinism”
Something super annoying just happened as I was pulling in to the parking lot of my barracks. I have to write about it, or I’ll be thinking about it all day. Writing is my coping mechanism, it’s how I deal with irritation.
So, as I was saying, I’d just pulled in to the barracks parking lot, in a descent mood as I’d just purchased some black-light and glow-in-the-dark paints for a project I’m working on. Two spaces over, I noticed a group of males drinking in an empty parking space. Why they were doing this, I neither know nor care.
As I turned my engine off, I heard one of the drunks shout.
“You support Darwinism?” He must have noticed the Darwin-fish car emblem I keep on my rear roadside door (there’s a Flying Spaghetti Monster emblem on the opposite side.) Great, a drunk creationist. There went my good mood.
“It’s not Darwinism,” I answered simply. I stepped out of my car and saw a male with sunglasses and a straw hat sitting near the rear of my car. He was in a chair with wheels and had apparently rolled himself over to me as I parked.
“Then why does it say Darwin?” he asked, obviously talking about my emblem.
“The theory is called evolution. And it isn’t something to be in support of, it’s simply reality” It’s not like evolution is a political candidate or American Idol contestant.
“It depends on your theology.” Theology, has there ever been a more useless field of study?
“Theology has nothing to do with it, it’s biology.” I have very little patience for this sort of thing and, frankly, have better things to do than try to educate drunk strangers who, even if sober, would be likely to reject facts anyway.
“Evolution is the rejection of religion.” No, it isn’t.
“No, that’s atheism.” I turned to be on my way. Belligerent drunk strangers pestering me is bad enough, but a proudly ignorant one trying to get into a biology debate with me was just unacceptable.
“Why are you so angry, I was just being friendly.” Apparently, by not having the patience to pretend to take complete nonsense seriously must mean I’m angry.
“I’m not angry.” I wasn’t. I was annoyed. I was annoyed with not only the creationist himself, but also the society, education system, and family that clearly let him down.
“Want some beer?” He shouted to me as I left.
“No.” I don’t drink. Alcohol is bad for your brain, I hear.