This past Friday, I went out on a limb or two, and allowed myself to be coerced into a mosh pit. I had been looking forward to seeing one of my favorite local bands, Conroy Blanc, dancing a little, and maybe engaging in some interesting conversation towards the back of the room. Of course, there I was, standing next to my good friend, Ian, who had apparently taken note of my enthusiasm for the music. A veteran mosher himself, I guess he felt that it was a comfortable enough environment for me to begin my own moshing career. There I was, jumping around to the music, when I feel Ian’s hand push me forward. All at once there was some slamming and pushing, and I was definitely kind of scared. However, when it cooled down, I realized that I had not in fact died, as I had predicted I would. In fact, I felt kind of awesome. I took the lull in tempo as an opportunity to set my purse down, take off my earrings, and flip-up my nose ring. As I walked back towards the front of the small crowd, Ian turned and raised his hand. As we shared the highest of fives, I told him to never pull something like that again, but that I was totally ready this time. I moshed that night, the following night, and all things willing, I will mosh again in the future.
As someone who does not have a history of enjoying the mildly-violent physical contact of strangers, being sweaty in public, or really just taking risks in general, I would have to say that both experiences felt like exposure therapy. I was genuinely surprised at how quickly my anxieties went away once I just accepted that there was nothing I could do but try to enjoy the experience. While I am not by any means suggesting everyone go throw themselves into a pit, this experience has inspired me to try more things that I would have never considered ever doing in my life, and to expose myself to things which on first instinct may seem scary, but afterwards are less threatening in their unfamiliarity.
But come on, how could you not want to jam out to this music? :