Of Why I Don't Like Crowds

I don’t like crowds. Well, uncontrolled crowds.I don’t like the seething, pulsating crush of humanity. I don’t like being shoved in the sway.This is something that has been with me for as long as I can remember and there are probably many reasons (physical and psychological) to discover.The most obvious one (at least to my thinking) is that there is an element of being out of control, not being able to stay in one place when the crowd moves, that I am really uncomfortable with. Hence you’ll never find me in a mosh pit.I get annoyed when my local bar is chock full of strangers and it takes 15 minutes to order a drink, if I manage to reach the bar at all.But what really annoys me is that I’m the gap.When I’m in a crowd, because of my slightly-taller-than-a-Hobbit stature, people head for me, to push through to the ‘other’ side.They scan the room for a path. See my friends (usually taller) either side of me, don’t see me at all, and then push through where I am.This means I can’t relax and enjoy whatever is happening to be going on. I’m constantly stepping aside, stepping back, stepping forward, getting sloshed with drinks.So I usually end up having to leave.The odd thing about this, is that women of my height, or those shorter then me, don't seem to become the gap in the crowd. I have no idea about why this is.I bet Napoleon didn’t like being the gap. At 1.69m he was just shorter than me. He got pissed off and invaded countries. Probably because people pushed through where he was standing when he was in a crowd.It’s time to find a box. Stand up for myself. And invade a country.- S