WOOOOOOO!
a perfect and undeniable expression of jubilance to the masses, wrapped in a short sweet package.
walk around in any public area and if you listen closely you can hear it any direction.
this public outcry of complete enjoyment, one that is universally understood and accepted.
stroll past any group of folks, produce this warcry, and if alcohol is being consumed theres a high chance yours will be returned with a louder and even more boisterous roar.
my theories on this rely in the primal. I believe this form of outcry is something we as humans have a hard time resisting, when in the presence of those with which we share a common bond and goal. skipping around with the inebriated and intoxicated and flourishing in the auras the joy of it all exhumes.
its been years since i started appreciating and understanding this collective aura of happiness that can surround these events. I guess i could say bfd being my first concert was the first actual experience, but lovefest is where i gained an interest in the dynamics that occur at these mass spontaneous events. the real breakthrough came at bay to breakers, 2007. the day itself isnt something that can be fully described, but the results i got out of it were pretty significant. i learned what the masses were capable of, what cell phones and the internet brought us, this sudden and significant gatherings of collected consciousness.
we were actually able to run around to any person we saw and ask their name, why they were there, and for what reason they saw fit to wear nothing but adult sized diapers and a scuba mask to this event.
(wont have to stop to pee, direct beer system. genius really)
the ability that we were privileged with is that to go up to random strangers, of every race religion color or creed, and strike up perfectly normal conversations about any old thing, free from the paranoia that is normally associated with daily life. a chance to be loose, willing, and accepting of anything that crosses your path. youd be surprised how easy it is to get into politics with a man dressed as a flamboyantly gay big bird in 12 inch platforms with a face painted like buffalo bill from the silence of the lambs.
i think about the preparations, whether it be slipping in to that costume, or putting on your sunday best, the vibe that everyone brings to that moment is hard to match. with the homeade floats, coordinated costumes, self designed mobile bars, impromptu concerts, comes one of the great museums of our times.
the collective silliness, it would be called. one of the most extensive portraits of the human condition known as love for all things regardless of status or place in the world.
I see something universal in these gatherings, the ability to drop it all at the door and know for this one day, you and 80,000 others just really arent going to care.
that aura is strong, and to me at least, freakishly beautiful. these people who on monday of that week will resume their positions as accountants, computer technicians, bankers, and secretaries. for that one day a year they can be whoever they want to a group just like them. introduce themselves however they like, fearing little reciprocation from the thousands walking alongside them for one, unjustifiable and equally silly cause. thats hard to find in todays world, but it speaks of a future yet to be seen. one where freedom is measured in how far one is willing to go as opposed to what one may or may not do. that one day everyone is the new best friend and each one is more interesting then the next. pouring through these masses, uttering your mating call, trying to "woo" another to your nest, to once again start the process of greet, laugh, repeat. say hello to a stranger, and take his candy. grab the ass of a free hug giver and play twister with your maid. pose for a painting and roll down a grassy hill with a 63 year old woman. today is the day of mass silly and left behind inhibitions, enjoy it while it lasts.
so the next time your wading in this swamp, find your fellow miscreant with a well projected yelp amongst the sea of exuberance let them know that yes, fun is being had and wed like to know if you feel the same. its cheap, easy and efficient, and that happiness is just a "woo" away.
a perfect and undeniable expression of jubilance to the masses, wrapped in a short sweet package.
walk around in any public area and if you listen closely you can hear it any direction.
this public outcry of complete enjoyment, one that is universally understood and accepted.
stroll past any group of folks, produce this warcry, and if alcohol is being consumed theres a high chance yours will be returned with a louder and even more boisterous roar.
my theories on this rely in the primal. I believe this form of outcry is something we as humans have a hard time resisting, when in the presence of those with which we share a common bond and goal. skipping around with the inebriated and intoxicated and flourishing in the auras the joy of it all exhumes.
its been years since i started appreciating and understanding this collective aura of happiness that can surround these events. I guess i could say bfd being my first concert was the first actual experience, but lovefest is where i gained an interest in the dynamics that occur at these mass spontaneous events. the real breakthrough came at bay to breakers, 2007. the day itself isnt something that can be fully described, but the results i got out of it were pretty significant. i learned what the masses were capable of, what cell phones and the internet brought us, this sudden and significant gatherings of collected consciousness.
we were actually able to run around to any person we saw and ask their name, why they were there, and for what reason they saw fit to wear nothing but adult sized diapers and a scuba mask to this event.
(wont have to stop to pee, direct beer system. genius really)
the ability that we were privileged with is that to go up to random strangers, of every race religion color or creed, and strike up perfectly normal conversations about any old thing, free from the paranoia that is normally associated with daily life. a chance to be loose, willing, and accepting of anything that crosses your path. youd be surprised how easy it is to get into politics with a man dressed as a flamboyantly gay big bird in 12 inch platforms with a face painted like buffalo bill from the silence of the lambs.
i think about the preparations, whether it be slipping in to that costume, or putting on your sunday best, the vibe that everyone brings to that moment is hard to match. with the homeade floats, coordinated costumes, self designed mobile bars, impromptu concerts, comes one of the great museums of our times.
the collective silliness, it would be called. one of the most extensive portraits of the human condition known as love for all things regardless of status or place in the world.
I see something universal in these gatherings, the ability to drop it all at the door and know for this one day, you and 80,000 others just really arent going to care.
that aura is strong, and to me at least, freakishly beautiful. these people who on monday of that week will resume their positions as accountants, computer technicians, bankers, and secretaries. for that one day a year they can be whoever they want to a group just like them. introduce themselves however they like, fearing little reciprocation from the thousands walking alongside them for one, unjustifiable and equally silly cause. thats hard to find in todays world, but it speaks of a future yet to be seen. one where freedom is measured in how far one is willing to go as opposed to what one may or may not do. that one day everyone is the new best friend and each one is more interesting then the next. pouring through these masses, uttering your mating call, trying to "woo" another to your nest, to once again start the process of greet, laugh, repeat. say hello to a stranger, and take his candy. grab the ass of a free hug giver and play twister with your maid. pose for a painting and roll down a grassy hill with a 63 year old woman. today is the day of mass silly and left behind inhibitions, enjoy it while it lasts.
so the next time your wading in this swamp, find your fellow miscreant with a well projected yelp amongst the sea of exuberance let them know that yes, fun is being had and wed like to know if you feel the same. its cheap, easy and efficient, and that happiness is just a "woo" away.
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