Today was the Gay Pride Parade in São Paulo. The city’s most prominent avenue, the Paulista Avenue, was completely taken by about 3,5 million people (according to the people who organized the parade). My girlfriend wanted to see it, and it was on the way home from her granny’s house, so we would have to go there anyway.
First of all, I’d like to say I don’t hold anything against other people’s sexual options. Everyone should be free to decide about their own lives.
My problem is with crowds. For one, it’s an experimental fact that people’s intelligence decreases with the number of people in a crowd. Usually it’s the lowesst individual IQ divided by the number of people. And so, people in crowds do a lot of stupid things. Like pushing other people like there’s no tomorrow, just to walk from point A to point B.
And they drink a lot. A LOT. And drunk people are among the most annoying people in the universe. Not to mention when they throw up because they don’t know how to drink.
Finally, there are those who don’t go anywhere without wanting to pick a fight. All these people want is some uproar, tumult, chaos, disturbance, and stuff like that. And these are the worst, I might add – they are the ones who end up showing up in the newspaper when they spank another person, get arrested, or do some other stupid thing like that. Obviously, though, the fame goes for everyone who has anything to do with the event these Nature Mistakes were in.
All of these factors really have the power to make me really angry. In occasions like these I get so upset my stomach hurts, my head hurts, my whole organism gets upset.
But what really upsets me is that, being angry like that, I fail to take into account what other people want or think. I get obnoxious, stubborn, even stupid (after all, I’m another element of the crowd, and the intelligence decrease applies to me as well). My girlfriend was really looking forward to this particular parade, and in the end we didn’t stop even for a minute to look around and see the good things that happen there – after all, and this I have to say in favor of gay people, they are usually more true to themselves, and more honest with other people, and in being so they become really interesting people because they are genuine.
Anyway, the point of all this gibberish(?) is that I hate crowded places because they bring forth the worst parts of my personality, aspects of myself that I don’t like at all.