Mosh Pit Anyone?

This summer I managed to successfully tick off several items off my bucket list. For those who don’t know what a bucket list is: it’s a list I created after writing ‘Living Life to the Full’ and it includes everything I want to accomplish before I die. Many of the things on that list are undoubtedly common, for example sky diving, bungee jumping etc.  My main achievement this year was attending my first festival which I can honestly say was one of the best weekends of my life.

 So many people, including my entire family, laughed at me when I told them I was going to Reading festival. They told me I’d come home before the weekend was up…Well they can all do one because people seriously underestimate me. Yeah I know it’s only a festival but I made it through the entire weekend with minimal complaining, thank you very much. I mean, what’s not to love? You’re camping with all your friends, drinking all day and night and listening to great music. I even loved the mosh pits, now this time last year I didn’t even know what a mosh pit was and I’m ashamed now to admit that. At one point I was even making the mosh pits, I’m not talking about these pathetic little dancing circles at the back of the crowd. I mean the real shit, with punching, kicking and trampled people beneath your feet. They were awesome and why can’t I enjoy them? What because I wear fake hair and nails I can’t enjoy punching people to rock music? I would like to kindly request anyone that’s reading this to stop stereotyping me in to what they see and start realising that there’s a lot more than meets the eye with me. I like to listen to slipknot, I would much rather be chilling in my converse than dying in my high heels and I would rather slum it at reading festival than stay in my cosy bed. So you may think you know me, think that I’m a pretty simple person and you have me all figured out, well you couldn’t be more wrong. Because to be honest, I haven’t figured out who I want to be yet. I’ll let you know when I’ve decided.