dancing in the dork
Jan. 15th, 2006 02:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefnerThe thing about goth clubs... I know goths to be pretty cool people, folk with whom I can hold all manner of geek conversations. They are generally a pretty nice bunch. The problem is that they're also hugely anti-social to anyone they don't know.
Going to a goth club is like walking into a room where every single person (who isn't with friends) is isolated within their own sphere of existence, as if no one else is there. This became evident to me on the dance floor, where they would go about their various dance-like motions in complete solitude, not caring how utterly ridiculous they looked (as opposed to when you're dancing with another person or two, when they could share in your silliness). It reminded me of my senior prom where I ended up slow-dancing by myself.
So yeah, my usual pattern at the club last night consisted of- wander around, attempt to mingle, attempt to establish eye contact with somebody, fail, go to bathroom, get water, repeat.
(I *did* meet a guy who mistook me for a guy who chained himself to him at an S&M club last Tuesday. As![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scarydavedc put it to me afterwards: "You may not be somebody, but at least you *look* like a somebody!")
But ultimately, I can laugh about things. If only because of the funny patterns that occur, making last night just another variation on a theme from things like my Hefner Monologue, ALONE AT THE EMM GRYNER CONCERT.
Going to a goth club is like walking into a room where every single person (who isn't with friends) is isolated within their own sphere of existence, as if no one else is there. This became evident to me on the dance floor, where they would go about their various dance-like motions in complete solitude, not caring how utterly ridiculous they looked (as opposed to when you're dancing with another person or two, when they could share in your silliness). It reminded me of my senior prom where I ended up slow-dancing by myself.
So yeah, my usual pattern at the club last night consisted of- wander around, attempt to mingle, attempt to establish eye contact with somebody, fail, go to bathroom, get water, repeat.
(I *did* meet a guy who mistook me for a guy who chained himself to him at an S&M club last Tuesday. As
scarydavedc put it to me afterwards: "You may not be somebody, but at least you *look* like a somebody!")But ultimately, I can laugh about things. If only because of the funny patterns that occur, making last night just another variation on a theme from things like my Hefner Monologue, ALONE AT THE EMM GRYNER CONCERT.
