It’s not the first time when I feel ashamed for my home country (I don’t even feel comfortable calling it home anymore). It’s not the first time when it makes me furious and uneasy. It’s not the first time when I know there’ll be people who’ll say I don’t have any rights to comment, since I emigrated with no plans of coming back. I’ve heard it all before: I got brainwashed by Western propaganda. I’m completely detached and I don’t know shit.
Well, I don’t know about that. In my personal experience, further perspective on things is usually the most useful. Being stuck in the middle, too close to the centre, quite naturally limits your perspective on the thing as a whole. It’s like on a Muse gig: you can’t see the whole stage and the amazing lights spectacle, if you’re standing in the middle of the first row, squeezed from each side, with eyes fixed on Matt playing his heart out. Sure, people in the upper tier can’t see all the little details you’re enjoying, but they do have a broader view of a show as a whole. If you want to get full perspective, you can make sure next time you come to see the show from different spot. But in the end, it doesn’t matter: we both went to the same gig, even if we experienced it differently. We both care about the band and their music.
I’ve tried both – first row and upper tier – and I’ve decided on sticking to the first row: that’s where I feel like I belong. Which doesn’t mean I’m going to automatically discard tier’s people’s perspective. Quite the opposite, I’d be interested to hear what their view is, so that we can paint a more accurate picture of the show as a whole, together.
But coming back to the main point: I’m pissed off and I came here to rant.
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