You’re tired of slutty ravers? I’m tired of judgemental ravers.

^Alright.

Know what I’m tired of?

I’m tired of people thinking it’s okay to call themselves ravers at all. You want to be a raver? You better love the music. You better be able to show it. You better be able to prove it to me. You better have an excuse for why you suddenly can’t go to a rave if there’s no drugs. You better have an appreciation for each genre.

Know what I’m tired of? People tossing around PLUR like it’s the new YOLO and thinking it means the same thing. I’m tired of people thinking it’s okay to call someone a slut or call them judgmental because they feel the need to make raving cliques.

I’m tired of walking into a rave and seeing more people tailgating than listening to music. I’m tired of people going to raves with the purpose of getting so drunk off their ass that they can’t even remember the experience they had. I’m tired of hearing about how someone met a hot chick at a rave and they didn’t even know who the dj was (let’s not even ask about what kind of music they played) and they suddenly call themselves such a hardcore raver.

But you want to know what the worst thing is?

I’m tired of superiority complexes in raving. Isn’t that why we all go to raves? To be on equal footing with our fellow music-lovers despite differences? You’ve seen more shows than I… does that make you a better raver? You know more songs than I.. does that make you more dedicated? You met your favorite DJ, you rolled so hard, you got drunk, you wore nothing, you wore too much, you traded kandi, you made out with a tree, you decided to boo at a DJ who wasn’t playing your genre, you made some new friends… that’s GREAT.

Did you enjoy the music? Because that’s all you should be there for. Everything else is an added bonus. You wouldn’t be there without the music. If you can tell me the music is why you’re there.. that it resonates in your soul when they drop tracks you both have overplayed and you’ve never heard before, then you can call yourself a raver.