A funny thing happened on the way to the concert...

I remembered two things that I dislike about concerts. One of them is not the fact that it is very uncomfortable standing up for 4-6 hours.

The first thing is that people who did: a)not arrive an hour before the concert and b)have not been towards the front long before any bands started, have the nerve to push their way forward. Now I don't know if I ever pushed forward in a crowd to get closer to a band, if I did and you were with me (then call me out) or were a victim of my selfishness (not that you would know me from reading my blog) I apologize. I mean seriously do you really expect me to believe that there is someone at the VERY front of the crowd that you know, but then you're satisfied with staying directly in front of me. I mean I am standing so close to the front because I arrived an hour before the concert started. Just because you have breast or are intoxicated on cheap beer does not earn you a right to stand close to the stage. Yes, you did pay the same price for your concert ticket, but you have not put in the sweat and pain that I did.

I told my friends that I was there with, that if I weighed what I should at 6'3" and could beat people up, I'd just tell people to stay where they were at or leave on a stretcher. In a perfect world...

The other thing was the drunk people that were around. First off they got drunk enough that they thought it was cool to crowd surf. When I first started concert-going at the age of 17, I thought crowd surfing was cool. Now I think it's annoying because people usually hit your head. Now I think it's irresponsible because I have seen a girl get her shirt ripped off at Rockfest. Now I think it's entirely too dangerous because I saw (and have seen at past concerts) tons of people get dropped. And a drunk guy got dropped next to my friends and I. And he was super-annoying. Here's a sample of his dialogue:

"I'm an alcoholic."
"Who's ready for some Death Cab for Cutie?"
"I'm already there...at the next concert."

But as angry as I got, that still small voice of God reminded me that I shouldn't really be harboring so much malice in my heart. Just because my sinfulness wasn't amplified by a yellow disgusting bread-tasting fluid does not mean that I'm any better than anyone I was detesting that night.

If my sin were public people would probably detest me too.