Masses of People

In this post I want to compare two experiences of uncontrollable crowds.  Three years ago my family went to a New York Jets game.  My mother is about 5'00" on the dot, and to see her amongst gigantic, drunk football fans was quite a scene.  She couldn't get over the masses in the parking lots, where people perched atop their campers, grills sparked, and people threw a football to each other regardless of the hundreds of people acting like a blanket of defense.  I have never been so caught off guard in a crowded situation.  While I was loving the crowd, my mom could not understand their purpose, and why they sat outside the game as opposed to sit at home watching it on the tv.  The only reason I could give was that it was a different culture.  Not knowing the area made me feel more comfortable with the large crowd, as if they were all there to guide me to my destination, or protect me from the minority of Seattle Seahawk fans.  This past new years eve however brought on a new feeling when dealing with large crowds.  My friends and I had a party at our house, and it was going great until a mass of people poured in our house.  It seemed like we couldn't keep them out, and as if they were plotting a mutiny.  We grew very uncomfortable with the faceless people with whom we had no connection to.  In that sense I was taken aback because this was my mom, I feel as though it is my domain and I should be aware of everything and everyone who steps inside.  I did not know what it felt like to be a guest in my own home until that night, but within the hour we started to calm down and accept the party for what it was.  We brought in the new year with new friendships, and some raised voices when we told a group of chaotic members to leave.  Welcome 2012, and welcome crowds of people!