Anyway, I was just playing, like these people here are, and I was perfectly aware of that simple fact. These guys, their stiff expressions, their bare feet, those loose pants that might actually be skirts, the carefully torn shirts, the supposedly messed up hairdos, beards and side burns achieved after hours spent in front of the mirror, sometimes even those ghastly looking retouched eyebrows, the standardized piercings, the flashy accessories noisily hanging from their necks, wrists and ankles, the silly ridiculous tattoos that they'll hopefully regret having branded their skin with in few year's time, everything about them is speaking of deep social commitment, stern actions in defense of the threatened environment and the oppressed peoples, vegetarianism and veganism in the name of all animals' right to living, strenuous fights and peaceful passive resistance against third world dictators, depraved western democracies, obscure masonic groups that control the world finance, monotheist religions and any other form of evil they might have heard of.
And you cannot even blame it on their young age, when you see that many of them are over fifty or even sixty.
But it's the same old story after all: like them, so many other people always seem to need an excuse to enjoy what they are doing. The rock concert on the square is staged for the workers' rights, the big party on the beach is organized to celebrate the full moon, clubs, poles and balls are thrown in the air to make the world a better place.
Simply having fun never seems to be good enough.
Photo by Johan J.Ingles-Le Nobel (CC)