Here in the United States, the incidence of ABO blood groups is estimated at approximately 44% O; 42% A; 10% B: and 4% AB. Whether one finds oneself in a majority type - O or A - or in a minority one - B or AB - goes a long way, I find, toward determining personality factors. In other words, bloodtype personalities are "the way they are" not only because of intrinsic factors, but also by virtue of their being embedded in large/extended or in small/isolated clans of typemates.
Both O's and A's harbor expectations that the world sees things the way they do; they're accustomed to a certain understood-ness amid society. Very simply put, O's want to win at the world's game, and A's want to be accepted within and facilitators of community. Both know that B's and AB's are "different", "quirky" in some way; O and A can't imagine being that out of step with the broader world.
B's and AB's, for their part, are accustomed to their differentness. But I have a theory that distinguishes the inner comfort and self-acceptance of the B from the apprehension and inner turmoil of the AB.
I posit that B, operating independently, skirting the larger, customary byways, is contented in that state and role, wearing it well, but that AB has trouble with such desires because of the A allele. AB's would like to be as straightforward in their unusualness as B's are, but they have this A-voice gnawing at them - A, the one who wants to fit in, to get along, to create community, to enjoy security. AB sees that B isn't as compromising or as equivocating, and envies B. AB wishes s/he could ditch the A self-expectation, the inner A's criticalness of inner B, in order to shine like the B, riding the wind -- OR -- that s/he could "outgrow" his/her B-differentness altogether and be included in the larger A-compliant world. You might find AB's alternating in their behavior toward B's: projecting orneriness against free, autonomous B acquaintances and family at times, and expressing a yearning to take off and run with the horses, too, at others.
Speaking of horses, anthropologic bloodtype archetypes portray this subtle variation too: B the utter nomad, AB the gypsy. The nomad is out there in the wilderness - deserts, steppes, mountains- watching stars shoot, clouds morph, dunes shift - while the gypsy is the oddball closer to civilization: The family washing clothes in the stream by its caravan at the city's edge, the accordionist with the dancing bear on the midtown corner, the fortune teller at the gate.
These archetypes also show how B and AB can find their level and contentment: B in not caring to justify himself to society, confident that the latter will use/absorb/ignore/reject what it chooses to of B's offerings and wares, and AB being pleased to amuse, or find a unique role within, the majority's society while proudly upholding his very staunch policy of caginess/aloofness. Playing by his own rules, as it were, within the larger system. Keeping a foot outside the box.
Both AB's and B's are passionate critters. AB's for their majority-wannabe A allele, however, are more conflicted, I think. If you're an AB or you love one, try these insights on for size. If you're, like myself, a B, your drifting isn't aimless: It may simply conform to patterns that transcend the era and the culture and the family you inhabit. Be true to it.
After 2+ months away from the desk, I'm back. And during that time I've found that I'm preferring the GT-6/Nomad diet to the B-secretor one that was my practice, more or less, since 1997.
1. The beer. Yes. It's a stabilizer. Settles the whole system! No kidding.
2. The dry aged cheeses turn out to agree with me better than the fresh, soft ones and milk.
3. I like some of the vegetable and fruit superfoods I otherwise wouldn't have focused on.
The jury's still out on the supplements, though I'm doing a round robin sort of sampling these days.
I'm going to plow through mail and bills and work and then talk things-epigenetic, etc. with this great community again. 'Tis the Day of All Saints. So, to those of you who identify, and to the spirits of those who've inspired us: God Bless. Thanks to those who've commented over the months...
I'm having a nice time with beer these days. I never liked it, never drank it, until I started a midlfe passage involving tennis at age 41. After a sweaty round robin, we went for Chinese food and Tsing Tao's all around. Perfect! Refreshing! Magnesium-richer than most quenchers. Beer became the hot weather libation of choice after tennis, bearing in mind that hot weather is relatively nonexistent here in San Francisco where I live. So I indulged quite infrequently, and I was virtually never in the mood for a "brewski" otherwise.
Enter: The Genotype Diet by Peter D'Adamo...What?? Beer as a "weight loss superfood" for the GT6/Nomad? Indeed.
I haven't sampled many brands. Tsing Tao with Chinese food, Sapporo with Japanese (love that bitterness with sushi rolls), Heineken or Becks as the standard default order, as I don't know where else to go. If y'all have faves and picks, share 'em here; if you can clearly articulate your reasons, I just may sample some of these.
If I have trouble with weight, it's not because of beer. It's more the bread/starch problem we B's have. The Nomad/weight loss phenomenon is real for this Nomad. I can vouch for it, having been on a beer-jag lately and dropped some pounds.
Mountain wind, whirling snow
crushed forebears deep below
before the grassy highway gave
itself to history.
Massive heights and continents
together we traverse
trading ties between tribes,
Eastward first then thundering
gusts of horsefire wild beyond
our ancient roots and north,
we sailing forth upon gray waves
Or weaving tentside tales with
dung-fed heated hosting between
dunes, and dunes are oceans endless
bending back to dance with moons.
not bucolic, flocks a feast for
blood beasts when once we stray
daydreaming milky celestial
distances. Clouds commute across,
sometimes shielding stars from
sight of scouts plotting
path and pasture.
The rains and oh the rains
we welcome changes, leafy
camel thorns, their tired humps
to fatten higher hauling; Leaving
villages and cities sprout
about, we wend the wild
uncharted ways of vastness,
visions and Beyond.
Dr. D'Adamo states that the GT-6/Nomad is particularly "sensitive" to changes in barometric pressure. I confess I haven't understood what he means. But when I consider my tremendous zest for wind and fog, and penchant for weather others consider lugubrious (cf. my 7/20/06 blog: "Lugubreity"), I think I get it. "Sensitive" in a positive way! Boredom with long stretches of unchanging blue California skies. Give me a thunderstorm, by gum!
Here in the San Francisco Bay Area, the temperature is almost always between 50 and 70 degrees Fahrenheit. We have no snow, almost no thundershowers, very low humidity -- in short, few of what most consider "extremes". But within the spectrum we do experience, there are marvellous phenomena.
The first and my favorite is Fog. Great billowing clouds of it blasting eastward from the Pacific. To suffer a July or August 3-day heatwave (read: Temperature over 75F) is to look westward, scanning the low skies, the Bay surface, for a hint of that blessed sheet of downy whiteness sure to blanket the city with its chill. Talk about a pressure change!
The second is: Post-Rain: The dark slate-skyed backdrop to an afternoon sun-bathed ivory cityscape, when all is clear, sharp, and brisk: Perfect for rainbow watching: The Major Kind that arches over the entire city, sometimes double- or even triple- or (I kid you not) quadruple-arched. Another pressure change.
Sometimes we get hail, and sometimes a quake, but within our narrow temperature parameters, it's generally fog and rain that punctuate barometric shifts. Hence we learn to "be sensitive to" those shifts, and by "we", maybe I mean we Nomads! Most people aren't as soul-bound to the phenomena as I am, but I have met quite a few who fell under the spell of them while visiting and decided to relocate here.
The indigenous bloodtype maps show something I've often wondered about: The strange surge in the incidence of B bloodtype in Scotland, as opposed to England, Ireland and Scandinavia. Scots will confirm the greyness and drear of their homeland's climate, but also the thrill of the pounding surf on rocky crags, and the bracing gusty gales across the heath, and you wonder: Why the Nomad taste for such barometric drama? And why the little B outpost in Scotland?
And here's another conundrum for you: Dr. D'Adamo says that multiple sclerosis is more prevalent among those of bloodtype B. Anyone studying that disease locationally has been puzzled about the veritable MS hotbed in the Faeroe Islands (62N, 6-8E) way north of Scotland, north even of the Shetlands.
It may now be apposite for me to have a look at the barometric/weather patterns of the Eurasian steppe, Caucasus and Carpathians, whence My People migrated to America, and where B is customarily found.
B in Scotland?
MS in the Faeroes?
This B and the moody heath?
Melancholy weather, shrouded in mystery: And you thought this was just a diet.