Hasn’t it been said it’s doing the same thing expecting different results?
I am not okay. I do not cope in large crowds of people going about their business quietly let alone crowds of people getting drunk and antagonistic and awful. I have had anxious images of punching people – Bart Curlish (go watch Dirk Gently) is my spirit animal here – making them fall to the ground on more occasions over the last two days than ever before.
But, although I think like an assassin, I act like a peaceful-hippy-mouse. I sit quietly and hope everyone is okay. Then I yell and scream at my friends about how cunty and awful the whole thing is.
So. To answer my own question from the previous post, coming to a people filled festival is the definition of stupidity.
I want to leave.