Intoxication

So is it all happy, happy, joy, joy behind the velvet-roped fences and heavily adorned doors guarded by former college linemen? Are they just keeping out the riff raff populace deemed to be beneath them or are they actually keeping out reality? Do they have overdue bills and looming deadlines for work assignments due in the next 48 hours? Are their children in trouble with the law? Do they even have children that they speak of? What is it with the notion that we want all the more what we cannot have? Why do we delight in having that special limited edition vehicle that we are quite sure no one else in town will roll up to the club in? Why do we strut with supreme confidence as we walk on the “right” side of the fence keeping the flocks of crowds away from the chosen few? And who decides who the chosen few are? Why are they the chosen? Too many questions--but one answer to all of them. Because being special feels good. As you slap on the VIP bracelet given to you by one of the chosen you immediately experience a feeling of power. And then when you walk through a door, or behind a fence, past hundreds of others looking at you like you have a golden halo, the feeling overtakes you and you instantly decide that you ARE special. You are better than all of them. You have power they can not possibly ever hope to possess. And that power is intoxicating.