I still cannot believe what I did at that concert and the part that scares me is that I do not even feel guilty. It felt like the most chaotic mix of anger and adrenaline and I reacted in a way I never imagined I could. My friend and I went to a concert recently.

The venue was small enough that the energy usually feels intimate, maybe around six hundred people, and we got there early enough to grab a pretty good spot. We were excited and the vibe around us felt decent at first. I honestly thought it was going to be a fun night.

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Then the couple in front of us completely ruined the atmosphere. They were already drunk before the opener even touched the stage and they kept getting high even after security politely told them to stop.

They even had their underage daughter with them which made the whole thing feel wrong on another level. This was not a concert for kids and I kept wondering what kind of parent thinks this is normal.

The moment the opener started performing, the two of them began stumbling backward into us. They were so far gone that my friend and I kept pushing them forward just to keep from being crushed.

The guy’s backpack had this cheap sharp metal zipper that kept cutting into my arm and each time it happened I felt this little sting of anger building up. Someone finally got security to talk to them but nothing changed. They just kept drinking and swinging their bodies around like they were the only ones in the room.

By the time the venue filled up completely we had nowhere else to move. I felt trapped between the crowd and the two people who clearly did not care about anyone around them. When the headliner came on and they pushed back into us yet again something inside me snapped.

I cannot explain it but in that moment I felt exhausted, fed up and honestly disrespected. So I reached for the guy’s backpack, opened it quietly and started pulling out whatever I could grab. Water bottles, a charger, a battery pack, a little coin purse. I threw everything onto the floor without hesitation. I even took the charm hanging off the zipper because at that point I just wanted him to feel the consequences of being that oblivious.

They kept trying to light up another joint inside and that finally got them kicked out. But not before their bag was almost completely empty. I watched them leave and I felt this strange mix of relief and disbelief. I know it was wrong and I know it was petty revenge, but I was pushed so far that I reacted without thinking.

I keep wondering why people behave so recklessly in public spaces and why their choices have to ruin the experience for everyone else. I also keep wondering what it says about me that I reached a point where I chose revenge instead of walking away.

It still feels like one of those things you look back on and ask yourself who you became in that moment. Maybe frustration can make anyone do something wild.

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