RE: At-onement & Good, Ordinary People

I don't like mass worship of anything. I mean I get people feel warm and gooey at the sense of belonging / camaraderie etc but I'm always the lone wolf. I don't get team sports... You know me and yoga and surfing and writing and gardening, solitary all the way. I kinda envy them a little though. It must be nice to feel this at one ment, as you say. Except... I can't help but see it as brainwashing...

https://www.footyalmanac.com.au/poetry-life-cycle/

I guess I wasn't raised on it.

And the hooligan thing... That male violence, male energy of it, the testosterone rush, the egging each other on in post match madness.

And football in particular doesn't have the best rep here. Footballers on Mondays, given free rein to drink and behave like animals, because they are lads, heroes, Achilles. The Australian worship of the field above science and literature.

So I can envy parts of it, but this, better:

The orgasmic high of losing yourself entirely to the lyrics, of singing with your entire person along with the random strangers surrounding you.

Ah, the church of song. There's something primal, tribal about that too. We find all find our churches somewhere. I'd feel that in the yoga room too, shared breath. No post yoga, post concert, post surf rape and pillage hooliganism for me.