An Attraction to the Darkside
DougS
Florida
This may sound a little weird... at least it does to me.
I've noticed that as my addiction to clubbing became stronger that in addition to having hot girls rubbing themselves all over me, the thought that I was doing something dirty, and was spending my time in a seedy environment added to the experience.
This feeling is especially evident when I'm clubbing by myself, which has been the case almost exclusively for the last 5 or so years. When I'm sitting in the club, having a beer and deciding on who the lucky girl of the night will be, I picture myself as a character in a movie, sitting in a dark club... cigarette smoke slowly twitsing toward the ceiling above my head... thuggish looking patrons eyeing me, their competition for the girls' attention...
Is that weird? Further evidence that the Doug-unit needs to make an appointment with a counselor?
I've noticed that as my addiction to clubbing became stronger that in addition to having hot girls rubbing themselves all over me, the thought that I was doing something dirty, and was spending my time in a seedy environment added to the experience.
This feeling is especially evident when I'm clubbing by myself, which has been the case almost exclusively for the last 5 or so years. When I'm sitting in the club, having a beer and deciding on who the lucky girl of the night will be, I picture myself as a character in a movie, sitting in a dark club... cigarette smoke slowly twitsing toward the ceiling above my head... thuggish looking patrons eyeing me, their competition for the girls' attention...
Is that weird? Further evidence that the Doug-unit needs to make an appointment with a counselor?
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The darkside is more than a colorful atmosphere. Anything that feels this good comes with a cost. Some of the casualties are more obvious, but I don't believe any of us come away unscathed. To act as though clubbing is some namby pamby adult Disneyland is whistling past the graveyard. (Excuse the mixed metaphors.)
Of course, if we really had the courage for a seriously dangerous brush with the darkside, we could find places to get it straight up, without the attendant pleasure, as the news reminds us daily.
Sanitized seediness? Isn't that an oxymoron, like "chaste raunchiness"? I mean, I don't want to get any on me, but not because the possibility has been eliminated.
When I'm bored and my mind starts daydreaming, I start imagining myself in a sci-fi future with gadgets and abilities that most people haven't even imagined. One thing I can't seem to stop thinking about involves a levitation effect. Some of my dreams are almost instructional as if someone is telling me if you use this device and float across a room a few inches above the floor, this will have the effect of scaring the living daylights out of most people watching. I can dream up some weird stuff. One very cool parlor trick in some of my real dreams (not daydreams) is to hold out the palm of my hand. Then I let everyone watch a nuclear blast go off about an inch above my palm (very miniaturized). It rises a few inches high and forms a neat mushroom cloud. No radiation, no deafening shock wave, and no blinding light from my little demonstration. Maybe I saw too many "need a light?" commercials.
A couple of times I might have thought "this blonde girl reminds me of the 3 blonde alien females that took me aboard their ship for a wild night." Of course that was only a dream I had one night.
I tend to not talk about my darkside thoughts. Those are scary.
I've also had a terrorist daydream involving church. That one wasn't pretty. Daydreaming can be a fun way to pass the time.
And speaking of movies and TV, casualguy, you are definately watching way too much of it.
ROFL. I'm going to use this line: "You remind me of the third alien from the left who abducted me last month ..."
Many clubs that try to be "un-seedy" (as in, "classy" gentlemen's resorts) often have tattered upholstery, or secret dirty corners in the bathroom that haven't been cleaned for generations, or some other dirty edge to their exterior. It's all a stage set, with a patina of glitz and glamour on the surface. Just don't look backstage, you'll find all the rats and spiders and rotting garbage ...
FAKE seediness = bad, because it implies more money spent than necessary for me to get my business done
INADVERTENT seediness in a place that thought it was fake seedy but turns out to be real seedy = either extremely good, because I'll get my business done in a pleasantly upscale setting; or extremely bad, because I'll pay a lot of money but never get my business done
Does that count as self-destructive behavior? :P
I think the "find out" or "test the limits" instinct is inside all of us. I know that it is the most common portal through which I have traveled whenever I wanted to investigate the dark side.
Chandler, one virtually never inhales from a pipe, or rather only once, similar to a cigar and distinct from the more "recreational" smoking material. But I agree, the fools who didn't have the stones to say no or wanted to look cool by hanging with those partaking, but wasted it as the smoke came around were posers. Not that I have any experience with that.
I'm getting bad about my pipes. I had about fifteen, but then in a fit of pique I gave up smoking altogether. I mailed them all, plus any unsmoked tobacco, and my lighters, off to the American Cancer Society. They sent me a congratulatory note. I sent them a small check. This was when that TV anchorman had just died of lung cancer in late-summer 2005. I must have "given" them $1000 worth of stuff.
Within a month Katrina hit and I was totally stressed, worrying about family and my city. I was smack back to smoking.
Now I have about ten pipes, again, and another on the way from EBay. Can you say "addicted" ...
I fart in your general direction. Now go away before I taunt you a second time.