If only the world was more like the floor of a punk show.
Sometimes things in the pit can get a little out of control, a little hectic. Too much going on, people doing what they should not, folks losing perspective of their surroundings. Lately life has been feeling a lot like this.
At the show i know what to do. i know how to get myself a little space. i spread my steel-toed stance to shoulder width apart. Start with some leans. If more is warranted more is given. An increased force on me is countered with the exertion of greater force.
An escalation taken to the necessary levels of the situation at hand. Some elbows. Next, arms alternating high thrusted elbows to fully extended fists. Maybe 'the helicopter' with arms swinging in circles as i pogo. If extreme situations call for it then the classic crouched over, high-knees, high-elbows gets brought out with the occasional boot-stomp, kick-out thrown into the rhythm.
Always get my space. Always get my relief.
But unfortunately life is not a punk show. i am struggling to get some space, to get some air. The world is not allowing me the room i currently need.
All along the punk floor there are no apologies and everyone understands. But this is not standing room only, this is society so consider this my 'sorry' to anyone who catches an elbow in the near future. i am just trying to work myself up a little room.
