it's all a show

i used to brush away how my friend andrew used to tell me, clubbing is bad. i always tell him, as long as it isn't habitual, sometimes letting yourself go just for that night is a good thing.

but yeterday, i realised it isn't really as simple as that. me and my friends? we go there to have a good time, have fun and enjoy each other's company. when you're on alcohol, everything's a blast. you can dance sexy, you can drink more, you can dance with a hot girl next to you, you can do anything. you think you can.

but in reality, you are no different before that few glasses. if you dance like a monkey, you dance like a monkey. if you think you can drink more, you'll know better soon enough. if you dance with a hot girl, maybe she's just as drunk. or most likely it's the lights.

the club, is the devil's manifestation. i'm sorry it sounds exaggerated and harsh. but if you take time, one day, to not drink so much and look around, it really is scary. the lights are flashing, you see sweaty faces in different stages of emotions. some are crying, some are laughing, some are slutty. strangers are dancing intimately with each other, fights break out. people push around, people trip and fall over stairs.

is this something we really want to see? everyone is dressed up, but everything else is in a mess. and while i will go again if there's an occasion, i'm trying to bring across this point of obsession with something that's supposedly cool, but in reality you don't really know why.