Around 300 people filled up just over half of the Tivoli on Saturday night to see modern rock’n’roll’s answer to Keith Richards himself, Mickey Avalon. There were very few punters at the venue without a tattoo, a senseless stumble or a flat brimmed hat. I unfortunately happened to be one of the few. The place was wigger’d out of control. I tried my best to fade into the background of the half empty hall, quietly giggling to myself about the absurdity of the performers. However, there was one person that decided to take it upon himself to not let that happen.
This one particular man, who had obviously had one too many ‘red-bulls’, thought he would take it upon himself to start crumping (dry humping in fast forward) on my leg. After about 20 seconds, I thought, ‘No, that is not right, I don’t have to tolerate this shit. I need to do something.’ So what did I do then?
This is what this particular blog is about; violence.
It is this situation that brought much consideration to my mind. As a 22-year-old male, its situations like this that I find the most internally conflicting. In this particular situation, a small (imaginary) cloud of smoke appear on my shoulders and there, two pieces of my conscious pop up on each of my shoulders and both start talking into my ear as to what action I should take.
The first mini-Chris is yelling in my ear, ‘This f’n guy is walking all over you, are you going to let him do this? Everyone is watching. Stand up for yourself. Punch on!!!”
Then the other one is gently whispering, ‘What would Ghandi do? You are way to evolved for this shit. Just turn the other cheek.’
The tragic truth is that both actions are right and both actions are wrong, depending on who you ask and what day of the week it is. Having brought this up with quite a lot of people since, there does however seem that there is a disparity between the decision that you would make sober and the one that you would make drunk.
I feel a deep sense of pity as a human being that some people need to do this shit to give themselves an identity. And the really sad truth is that you really aren’t even fighting the person, you are fighting the projection of something bad that has happened to them in their past.