Social experimenting; the roller derby team, part 2

The actual experience of the lads occupying my floors this weekend was superior to many social experiences I usually have with both friends and strangers. I don’t know if it was the fact that they were travelling in a group of friends (more or less at least!), and therefore felt secure and relaxed, or if it’s just a fact that roller derby players are among the friendliest groups of people there is. I was actually rather crudely awaken by their arrival, people arriving way too early is probably far more annoying than people arriving far too late! And, boom, all of a sudden my apartment was packed with new faces and names I forgot the same second I heard them. I managed to find seats for everyone and after we decided on onlinepizza the conversation took off, turning from roller derby, which was a sport I never even heard of before, to satanic pentagrams of beer and how far a masters degree in history would take you. Turned out I had a colleague in one of the guys, who like me, neither really felt like looking for jobs on a close to non-existing market for historians in Scandinavia.
The only negative aspect of hosting a lot of people is that you really don’t get the chance to individually talk to each one of them, I don’t really know who they all were or what they did, apart from trying to jam through a bunch of blockers on skates on a race track a couple times a week. But then again, that kinda supports my notion that “work” is not what actually defines a person, and not what should be the primary attribute to a person, living in a strictly monetary bound, capitalistic, western society with rather high unemployment rate. Today, one do what one must, it’s as easy as that. All this talk about choice and individuality is lost among the lines of being part of this type of society. A job is forcibly the main acquisition for a westerner, it’s supposedly a “gift” that will keep on giving; security, stimulation and possibility to acquire material wealth. But I say; au contraire! Today you are forced to have a job, to be considered a good citizen, to be welcome to use the social institutions proclaimed available to all. The focus on you working is more self evident than if you’re happy doing it. I love not to talk about work, for me it’s secondary, for me it doesn’t matter what I do really, as long as I’m happy doing it. Would it be great to do my phD? Obviously yes. Will I die if I don’t get it? Nah, I’ll just do something else. Right now, I’m an over-qualified waitress paid from day to day, no security, not aiming at having any kind of career within this field. But hell, this has been the best year of my life, realizing that I get along anyway, I am still the same person, with ideas and ideals the same anyway. It is just about keeping your brain active, finding modes of work within work that you are still able to develop and find amusing. Surround yourself with inspiring and funny people with smart thoughts on life in general. On the paper it may look like you have nothing in common with four Danes and two Germans, but the flow of ideas and energy through my living room this weekend proved that humans usually have a lot in common.
We managed to visit a party in a collectively shared house some of my friends are living in. I usually try to, when possible, bring my friends and surfers together for various reasons. I love that part myself when I’m surfing, at the same time as it’s a wee bit nervous to let these worlds come together. My first priority is to keep my guests comfortable and relaxed, cause when it comes to my friends, I know they will manage themselves and find their way home if they want to. But another thought struck me this time, I didn’t know which group I belonged to and started worrying at arrival. Will they merge? Will they ostracise each other? It only took me a few minutes to realize; I actually belonged to both, or more like it; we are all individual persons with our own appreciations and social abilities. Not letting the “group” be a group but just let everyone be each of her own. Why, we are not teenagers any more, we can actually do that! Though, for various reasons, groups are formed when in larger constellations of people, it doesn’t necessarily mean that either side is watching the other with mistrust or disrespect. I guess I’m a bit cynical always thinking that people will devalue those who are new or different in the constellation. I should know my friends better than to think that of them! My friends and my strangers are all complete, able bodied people sharing and caring for each other.
After a rather early finish with not too much wine, we took off home and brushed our teeth over the sink, painted nails in the Danish flag patterns and some of us fell asleep rather quick and soundly, while the others due to the soundly sleep, didn’t really manage to catch any sleep at all. The Sunday arrived, and after offering everyone coffee, they took off for warm up and orientation of the stage for the bout. That’s what a game is called in Roller-Derby-ish; a bout! At first I didn’t get half of the rules or the action, and mainly threw my hands up in excitement whenever my sixth sporting sense told me to. The participants themselves are quite aware that most of the audience don’t know the sport they are watching, so the speakers constantly explains what’s happening on the field. Sorry, the track. So, little by little, I managed to pick up half of the thousands of rules, and it’s actually a really entertaining sport to watch! The way to play differs largely from men to women bouts, to the women’s advantage. The ladies played faster and more technical, so in the end the guys need to learn some fine mechanics of the sport from their female superiors. Anyhow. The sum of it all; I realized a few things about social experimenting, about people in general; I learned the basics of a sport i never heard of before; and I had a ton of fun.
New week, new surfer coming up!

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