The Psyche of the mosh pit
You fall to the ground, not quite certain whether you were pushed or if you fell on your own accord. But that doesn't matter, all that matters is there are dozens of feet jumping, kicking, and flailing wildly and dangerously by your head. Suddenly, eight of your assailants reach down, pick you up, dust you off, and then proceed to push you and those around them as hard as they can. Sounds like a protest doesn't it? Well it is; it's a protest against your mental anguish, your controlling parents, but mostly it's a protest against the band ending the song that's been blaring full blast for the past ten minutes. You don't want it to end! So you scream to the closest band member to play their most aggressive song so you can once again feel that adrenaline rush that courses through your veins faster then your heart can pump it.
It almost sounds like only insanely aggressive people would dare to set foot inside a mosh or a circle pit. You would be surprised to find scrawny teenagers with low