No Judgment in the Mosh Pit

I never thought I’d be a rave guy. Now every crowd I'm in I wish we were moshing. I wish we were all throwing each other. People open up and smile way easier when they’ve recently been touched. Lets ACTIVATE these dusty oxytocin receptors begging to see some play.

I really like when people get rowdy at a concert. When people become bodies. Rag dolls. Half-dancing, half-fighting, rolling, tripping, grinning, pushing people down, helping people up. I really really like it. 

It’s more real than anything that happens in civilized human life. I’m starting to get whatever the writer of Fight Club got. It’s totally honest. Pure play. I would do it sober. All the time.

There’s nothing sacred about human touch. We're just constantly deprived of it. And we’re so nervous and self-conscious for it. We shame the "touchy" people, especially if they’re low-status. They're "creepy." We’re too sensitive. Touch is communication deeper than words. It scares us. 

But a couple times a year, in the middle of nowhere, in the company of tens of thousands of big-eyed sweaty strangers, it makes perfect sense.