I need to address this matter because it is getting on my nerves.
Ya'll probably heard by now.
4 people died last night at Closeup Forever Summer.
Coincidently, I was there.
I didn't look death in the eye, but I certainly felt its presence.
It was strong, but I didn't bother.
After all, it didn't come for me.
Of course, given that 4 PEOPLE DID DIE,
People reacted,
Or overreacted.
Well, at least the people around me.
I received four kinds of reactions from people today.
There was the "You were there, right? Are you alive?"
There was the "You shouldn't have come! It could have been you!"
There was the "OMG did you see anything while you there?"
And finally there was the "You should have come home early."
Let me react on their reactions here, because I'm trying to avoid debates.
1.) Yes, I was there. Yes, I am alive. Cheers to the sense of humor, rock on!
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2.) The key word there is "could". I could have died? That fear of 'could', 'maybe', and 'ifs' is so old school. Would I let that dictate my life? Should I let an uncertainty define me?
"The world could end tomorrow, so why live?" Is that the point of thinking I should entertain? "You could get heartbroken, so why fall in love?"
What if I find happiness tomorrow, should I not pursue it?
What if I find the right person, should I not go for it?
Remember, it's a probability.
What if I get the best night of my life, should I not attend?
Just because I could die?
So I'd rather regret not seeing Dimitri Vegas and Like Mike?
Tell me, would I rather do nothing?
"At least I am alive."
Should I think that way?
Ang babaw.
I think you should get out more, sweetheart.
If you take "alive" literally that way.
Tell me,
But if I survive, wouldn't that be momentous?
I think it's very exciting, to share the same zip code as death, but survive it.
It means I am not only living, but I am surviving.
After all, it's always a good story to tell.
Death is always a threat. Not just in a music festival, idiot.
Safety is not absolute.
There is no such thing as being safe.
So, if we let danger maneuver,
What's the point of all of this?
We should just all die.
There is peace there.
Rest in peace.
3.) No I did not see anything, because I don't care. I came for the music, not you. I didn't notice, because it is not my prerogative. I am strong believer of individualism. I am very open-minded. I have so much respect for people and their opinions. I have never judged anyone by the way people dress, or act, or choose to act, or their language and habits. I hated them, but I never judged them. After all, it's their life, why would I care? Dye your hair purple, I couldn't care less. Get body tatted, I don't care. If you can rock it, live it. If they choose to die, let them die. If they do drugs, that's their choice. But my choice is mine, just like yours is yours.
And by the way, have some respect! People died. That's nothing to get excited about.
4.) I think you do not understand what going-to-this-fest really means. Headliners mean headliners. Why go to a Dimitri Vegas and Like Mike headlined event if you're not seeing them after all? And why would an idiot event organizer put them on firsthand? Of course, they're closing the show. As they say, "Save the best for last."
You're not supposed to enjoy all the sets, hello. Good for you if you did. But HELLO.
And what would leaving early do anyway?
Is danger less harmful before 12mn?
Does it have a curfew?
I just... don't get it.
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