I went to my first concert when I was about 6 years old, I think.
There was an adult pop singer (male) I liked at that time, and my parents decided to take me (almost had to run away from it, because at the very first song they used some fireworks that set the curtain in the concert hall on fire (the times!), but they put it out fairly quickly and went on with the concert),

parents also wanted to take me to a rock-ish band concert somewhere around that time, but when they went themselves and saw that half of the band was drunk and the other clearly on drugs (the times! again), they decided better not.

anyway, that’s not what I was trying to say

I was trying to say,
that I went  to my first concert when I was 6, and there were times when I would go to another country just to go to a concert, or go to a 2-3 concerts a week,

and that no matter how much I love live music and what it does for me,
I still am completely unable to comprehend what is it that other human beings have in them that makes them want to raise their hands, shout and scream and jump (and I’m not even talking about all the other violent things some people do at rock concerts) and squeal people’s names and so on.

Every single time I go to a live, a either try not to look at the audience at all, all stare at it in shock, because it makes me feel majorly alienated, for being unable to comprehend people’s behavior.

I do realise that if everyone was like me, it would be a very boring audience
but still, it’s not like I’m the one who has to perform out there

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