im reminded of this because i was complaining about zouk and phuture especially being so jam-packed and how vexatiously incommodious it was to actually try to move. move on the spot, you'll still get skin on skin. sway your hips a little, you might feel some unwanted attention. raise your arms, you risk hitting someone, which either makes you look like a klutz or earns you some stony glares, or unlucky enough, expletives hurled at you.
seriously, tides of people, all shoving against one another, it just gets increasingly irksome until constriction sets in- dizzying lights, blaring music that really feels more raucous than anything else, the smoke is revolting, some girl screams in your ear and you feel like slapping her, some idiot steps on your toes and that's the last straw.
let-loose-have-fun-and-party-away turns into a nightmare instead.
so anyway sheena, of fighting fishes was really a brilliant analogy.
and i profess that i do not have limited tolerance but i tolerate selectively.
