i am me

from the little that i remember of last night, there's this little niggling thought at the back of my head. the club, in all it's glory was as packed as it usually is. sweaty bodies writhing up against each other on the dance floor. scantily clad women all vying for the attention of every man in the room. and in the little cocoon of otherworldliness that people escape to, a sign on the monitor would flash every once in a while, jolting people back to reality.

LOVER or MOLESTER
DANCING or STEALING

there were another 2 phrases which escape me at this point, but they were along the same vein. and it got me thinking. something i'm sure not many people want to do when they're clubbing and all out trying to have a good time. we escape to this place and search for something that would ease the burdens of the everyday humdrum. women allow themselves to be touched and held by men who then hardly know. men seize the opportunity to draw close physically to these women as they know that for tonight, and if they're lucky, a few more nights, there aren't any holds barred. those that don't pique the fancy of the men in the club wonder and question whether there's something wrong with them, and drop their guard even more. and when the hint of interest comes their way, they grab it and cling on with their fingernails. i see couples dancing around me, and i wonder, how many of them are lovers and how many are just opportunists?

i see a group of people, slightly younger than me. and the first thing that hit me was the amount of bottles on their table. they were, at most, a group of 10 and there were at least 5 bottles on their table. and what struck me was how they were hitting back drinks like there was no tomorrow. it was as though they were racing to see who gets drunk first. the girls were happily giggling away, drunkenly swaying to the music while the guys were mechanically drinking their way to liver hell.

i'm in no way being self righteous about drinking, as i indulge in a few shots and cocktails ever so often, but maybe now i'll be a bit more mindful when it comes to the consequences of this escape.

whether these little reminders of reality actually get through to these people to remember to be safe while having fun, it's a different matter. but it reassures me that at least some people know that the reality of escaping can be very dangerous.