It's been about 6-7 years since there was a real rave here. Even if someone put one on today, people wouldn't know what to do if they actually did end up there by accident..
Anyhow.. I had invested my entire life into the scene. This is what I wanted to do. I wasn't just a punter, I was a DJ, I wanted to throw my own parties once I had the money. This was to be my life. I was happy. I felt comfortable around these people. I could express things I normally could not. Then everything died.
I got into it all just a few years earlier... well had been following the music for many years, but went to my first party in 2003. So I never really got my 'fill' of it - I was just reaching the peak of my experience and all of a sudden - nothing. I used to either be talking to ravers, mixing, planning. I'd fall asleep listening to music and dream all night about crazy surreal fantasy parties. Then I'm left with nothing but the dreams with no hope that theyll ever happen.
As this happened most of my friends moved away - interstate/overseas - being at the age where we were finishing university, etc. None of them really seemed as invested in things as I was though, and it's never really bothered any of them that it's all over. My other group of friends also broke up at the same point, leaving me with a couple close highschool mates, but they were heading in very different directions, and never were involved in any 'scene' or anything beyond smoking weed a few times... they were as we refer to them... 'norms'
About that time I stumbled upon opiates ~ Being a 'try everything once' kinda person. Of course, in my situation it was probably the worst time in life to be trying something like that. They helped. Normal life became pretty interesting. I didn't remember so painfully what I had lost. Now I've pretty much run the course, through to the point where I'm going through stages of winding down my dose slowly, then something tough happens and I kick it up... but I'm no longer digging myself deeper. I know it will end eventually... It's just when I remember what I once had - everything seems so utterly shit. So I suppose now I'm not really trying to get high (cant afford to anyway if I maintain 1 dose a day), just self medicating for that same issue.
How do people adjust to normal life after this kind of thing? Everyone being so much more insular/less open, the flat range of emotions between 'the best' and 'the worst'... I know there are still communities out there that prefer the high/low peak to the regular range, and are just as open... but they are not about what I am... I feel like I'm out of place, or sometimes that theyre just full of shit - as is sometimes the case.
I feel like if I had had more time/memories, I would be OK... Like if things had just gradually faded as we got older, Id look back on it as a golden time.. but because it was so suddenly torn from me, and everyone just scattered.. It hurts. There's no oldschool/reunion things happening here. No more forums/etc. I'm completely disconnected - but whenever I hear a song I remember, it tears me back into this kind of painful nostalgia... I do remember how great the times were, but I feel pretty much the same level of heartbreak that I felt when the first girl I loved left me. Possibly more. I think perhaps there is an element of illusion here, due to my naivety earlier in those times... and I guess I do generally miss the times when I was younger and not so cynical about the world. I think often people (and myself) end up dealing with these feelings with incredibly dark senses of humor.. and most of the time this is me... But sometimes it is just hard as hell. I still have my records & decks though, thank god. I've somehow managed to not pawn that shit off. But maybe thats just holding me back. I'm better when I'm not thinking about it. If I could remove every trigger maybe I could forget altogether.
Some people I've spoken to have suggested antidepressants, but I'm afraid to go near most of them, because I've seen people turned into soulless zombies from such things. The opiates are not really an issue anymore. What's done is done and things can only get better from here in that regard (get a limited supply from pharmacies), unless a door-to-door heroin salesman knocks on my door. Thankfully I've never known anyone from that scene.
This has been a problem for me since things ended, but it actually seems to be getting worse. Maybe that's just because of opiate tolerance building and not covering it so much though. I never really considered it to be full blown depression.. for a while I was truely depressed and I'm not there at the moment. But I guess I should consider the fact that the reason I DO get out of bed is because I need to get high. Maybe it is depression.
Surely there are some others here on BL who have had to deal with this kind of thing? Any ideas/thoughts/relateable experiences would be appreciated...
It's funny... sometimes it makes me so happy to see what has happened with regard to dance music... How accepted it is now compared to when I was first getting into it when it was not something 'normal' at all... But then you look a bit closer and see how shallow and soulless it's become.. The alcohol, the attitudes, peoples reasons for going... Honestly I think I was happier when this kind of thing wasn't around in my face all the time, everywhere I go - reminding me how much better things were.
Anyhow.. I had invested my entire life into the scene. This is what I wanted to do. I wasn't just a punter, I was a DJ, I wanted to throw my own parties once I had the money. This was to be my life. I was happy. I felt comfortable around these people. I could express things I normally could not. Then everything died.
I got into it all just a few years earlier... well had been following the music for many years, but went to my first party in 2003. So I never really got my 'fill' of it - I was just reaching the peak of my experience and all of a sudden - nothing. I used to either be talking to ravers, mixing, planning. I'd fall asleep listening to music and dream all night about crazy surreal fantasy parties. Then I'm left with nothing but the dreams with no hope that theyll ever happen.
As this happened most of my friends moved away - interstate/overseas - being at the age where we were finishing university, etc. None of them really seemed as invested in things as I was though, and it's never really bothered any of them that it's all over. My other group of friends also broke up at the same point, leaving me with a couple close highschool mates, but they were heading in very different directions, and never were involved in any 'scene' or anything beyond smoking weed a few times... they were as we refer to them... 'norms'

About that time I stumbled upon opiates ~ Being a 'try everything once' kinda person. Of course, in my situation it was probably the worst time in life to be trying something like that. They helped. Normal life became pretty interesting. I didn't remember so painfully what I had lost. Now I've pretty much run the course, through to the point where I'm going through stages of winding down my dose slowly, then something tough happens and I kick it up... but I'm no longer digging myself deeper. I know it will end eventually... It's just when I remember what I once had - everything seems so utterly shit. So I suppose now I'm not really trying to get high (cant afford to anyway if I maintain 1 dose a day), just self medicating for that same issue.
How do people adjust to normal life after this kind of thing? Everyone being so much more insular/less open, the flat range of emotions between 'the best' and 'the worst'... I know there are still communities out there that prefer the high/low peak to the regular range, and are just as open... but they are not about what I am... I feel like I'm out of place, or sometimes that theyre just full of shit - as is sometimes the case.
I feel like if I had had more time/memories, I would be OK... Like if things had just gradually faded as we got older, Id look back on it as a golden time.. but because it was so suddenly torn from me, and everyone just scattered.. It hurts. There's no oldschool/reunion things happening here. No more forums/etc. I'm completely disconnected - but whenever I hear a song I remember, it tears me back into this kind of painful nostalgia... I do remember how great the times were, but I feel pretty much the same level of heartbreak that I felt when the first girl I loved left me. Possibly more. I think perhaps there is an element of illusion here, due to my naivety earlier in those times... and I guess I do generally miss the times when I was younger and not so cynical about the world. I think often people (and myself) end up dealing with these feelings with incredibly dark senses of humor.. and most of the time this is me... But sometimes it is just hard as hell. I still have my records & decks though, thank god. I've somehow managed to not pawn that shit off. But maybe thats just holding me back. I'm better when I'm not thinking about it. If I could remove every trigger maybe I could forget altogether.
Some people I've spoken to have suggested antidepressants, but I'm afraid to go near most of them, because I've seen people turned into soulless zombies from such things. The opiates are not really an issue anymore. What's done is done and things can only get better from here in that regard (get a limited supply from pharmacies), unless a door-to-door heroin salesman knocks on my door. Thankfully I've never known anyone from that scene.
This has been a problem for me since things ended, but it actually seems to be getting worse. Maybe that's just because of opiate tolerance building and not covering it so much though. I never really considered it to be full blown depression.. for a while I was truely depressed and I'm not there at the moment. But I guess I should consider the fact that the reason I DO get out of bed is because I need to get high. Maybe it is depression.
Surely there are some others here on BL who have had to deal with this kind of thing? Any ideas/thoughts/relateable experiences would be appreciated...
It's funny... sometimes it makes me so happy to see what has happened with regard to dance music... How accepted it is now compared to when I was first getting into it when it was not something 'normal' at all... But then you look a bit closer and see how shallow and soulless it's become.. The alcohol, the attitudes, peoples reasons for going... Honestly I think I was happier when this kind of thing wasn't around in my face all the time, everywhere I go - reminding me how much better things were.