I have a psychological hypothesis about being in the center of a mosh pit, or no-elbow-room situations at clubs or concerts: the same person on the outside of the ring is not the same person at the center. When you’re in the thick of it, a switch flicks in your mind: either towards fear and the desperate need to get out or complete comfort in the chaos. The latter, a feeling of being alive you wouldn’t have expected. In the thickest of it, it’s easy to blend in; what would have been awkward movements on the outskirts become fluid and synchronized. It’s as if the proximity of so many humans creates a single heartbeat and the mutual decision to share such a close space releases inhibitions, fears of judgement, and rigid restraint. I have not verified this hypothesis with many other people; the one or two who have commented fell in the first category, granted, it would be interesting to get them into that situation and observe their reaction.
As I write this, it sounds like I’m trying to do some mad scientist experiments on my friends 😂. I could just be tired; long day. And no, I wasn’t just in a mosh pit (seriously, no joking, no wink-wink, wasn’t in a mosh pit).
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