So I've never liked crowds. At all. I have situational claustrophobia and crowds are placed up high on the list of situations. Here's an example of what it feels like to be in a crowd, that happened the other day:
So the other day, my brother took me to a free concert. I was pretty excited since I had only been to a few before. When we got there, there was a really long line, starting from the bottom of a long staircase up to the top of the large parking garage that was flooded with loud music. I gulped. When my brother and I got up on top, we found most of the crowd was up front. The back, where we were, wasn't so bad. I would have gladly stayed where I was, but my brother insisted on pulling reluctant me up into the tightly packed group of people right in front of the stage. After about 20 minutes, I was ready to hurl. The couple of "too-white-for-you" girls that were twirking in front of me, and the constant push and pull of the people coming and going was enough to make my skin crawl. The music was good, and the base was intense, but the mixed sent of perfume, colone, and cigarette smoke was making my vision blur. As the first band left the stage (Polytype was their name), I finally tapped my brother's shoulder and asked if we could leave. He scowled.
"Why do you want to leave? We've only heard one band."
"The crowd is starting to really bother me. Please?"
"Fine, let's hear the first few songs of this guy, though, okay?"
I reluctantly nodded. After the second song, ended, my brother looked over his shoulder at me. "You like?"
I really did. This guy was amazing. I wanted to stay, but every instinct I had was telling me to leave. Finally, I shook my head. He shrugged and led me out of the crowd, down the stairs, and into the fresh air, which I gulped down like a cold Dr Pepper.
I think a good way to describe being in a crowd (for me, anyways), is drowning. Being forced back and forth by waves, senses on overdrive, stomach churning, and mouth and nose being filled with something you don't want. (I have no experienced drowning before, but I'm assuming this is what it's like...)
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My phobia is heights. I don't even know why it's there. I remember being excited about heights as a kid when we'd go on trips to mountain areas and I'd trek around and look at the scenery easily, we'd go to some of the high floors on tall buildings and I'd be fine but now-Gosh, I've had two bad experiences when I just froze up. It's not like drowning for me, it's like a helplessness just comes over me and I feel afraid I'll fall and my whole body won't move. It happened on a field trip in college once and two of my classmates had to drag me up the stairs and away. Hence nowadays, I just wisely stay away from any high area that might make me faint! :P
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