i don’t do moshes. i don’t mosh. i don’t want to be near a mosh. moshes make me aggressive in a bad way, not in the fun1 mosh way. i don’t know why i get so upset, this is just who i am.
one time, when marcos and i were first dating, pearl and i went with him to go see one of his favorite bands for his birthday. it seemed chill through the opener’s set! things were good until the actual band came out and the entire crowd turned into a mosh pit. i already don’t do well being in a tight space near people, so people shoving? no. people being shoved into me? fuck no. people swinging their sweaty heads around and possibly conking my lil head? no. don’t touch my hair! stop! but like i said, this was when marcos and i first started seeing each other, so i was still trying to be cute about it. i wore my new white sneakers and they got dirty as hell. i liked him too much to say i didn’t enjoy myself. if he asked me to go now i’d tell him hell no and to go have fun. he likes to mosh and i love him, but i have limits.
why do people mosh? literally get your hands off of me. at karaoke someone sang that one song where the lyrics are super fast and don’t actually sound like words and a buncha fools2 decided to start fake moshing which eventually of turned into real moshing, naturally. we’re in a small pub in brooklyn. i need you all to get a grip. the way if i’m run into someone i’m fulling swinging is almost purely a result of me watching bad girls club during my peak formative years. i won’t start something but i will end it. i don’t actually know how to fight, i just like to talk shit.
i don’t want to be in a group with some sweaty bitches who smell like sour onion pushing each other, falling around, and ripping each other’s clothes. no ma’am. i went to one direction concerts. concerts with class. we weren’t moshing to what makes you beautiful, we were too busy throwing ass. i don’t want to shove my fellow sisters, i want to uplift them and share a feral desire to sleep with those puny british punks.
to summarize: mosh near me and i’m swinging. keep that shit over there! does that mean i hate fun? probably! oh well! too bad!
i’m being liberal with that definition
jaclyn and x were absolutely part of it and while i love them i will be looping them into that category (love u guys glad u had fun xoxo)
I feel this, I don’t like being shoved by strangers. I guess that makes me fragile.