2/21/13
Journal Entry #4
Power of the situation
In another instance when I was on
the West Coast, I was attending my fourth rock concert out of five for that
trip. My friends and I were already at the venue. The opening band had
finished, and the crowd was all watching with eager as the tech crew set up for
the main show. We were all sitting with anticipation, waiting for that first
blasting chord, and then there it was. Something didn’t feel right though, the music
was playing, the lights were scanning the crowd, but everyone was still
sitting. Was there something this crowd knew that we didn’t? No, I had seen
three shows of this same band in the past few days, I knew how this was
supposed to go. After a few moments the band came on stage and yet seemingly
the entire audience was still sitting down. What was wrong with these people?
It’s a rock concert; you stand up for the band you bought tickets for. If you’re
not excited to be here, it obviously was not worth the money.
My group and the entire section
continued to sit for the entirety of the first two songs. I was definitely
feeling the pressure to stay seated from everyone around me. I was conforming
to what I guess was the “typical” audience member for this city. It just felt
really weird to be sitting at a rock show. It was as if none of this was
actually real; as if we were merely watching a video of the concert and it wasn’t
really taking place in front of us. From the seat, my band felt boring, an
adjective I never imagined using to describe them.
When the third song came on, I was
sick of everyone’s attitudes. I tapped my friends on the shoulders and told
them, “I don’t care anymore, I’m standing. I don’t care what anyone else
thinks.” It was one of my favorite songs, and I wasn’t going to ruin it for
myself just because no one else in the audience seemed to want to be there. The
five of us got up and all decided to rock out along with the band members. We
had a really good time despite the extremely disgruntled audience members
behind us. My friend next to me heard them cursing and complaining that they couldn’t
see. Clearly, the task of looking bored was way too difficult to do standing,
so no one stood up behind us. That was alright though; they could do whatever
they pleased so long as they didn’t try to make us sit down with them.
My choice to not conform was
influenced by my strong desire to enjoy the experience I came for. The power of the social situation was close to
interrupting that exciting experience. I guess the gravity of the situation has
an effect on how able a person within the situation is able to break social
code. The situation my friends and I faced was not nearly as grave as something
like “The Stanford Prison Experiment”.
In the participants’ situation,
there was a risk for serious consequences if they did not conform to their
social roles. Each person adopted the role they thought was appropriate for a
prisoner or guard. In such a small group, to not conform may make an individual
feel like an outcast. Each individual cared about what the others thought of
them.
My case was not nearly so extreme,
but had a few parallels. In the stadium, I only cared about my groups’ welfare
and my own. I was in a city where no one else knew me except for those in my
group. I owed no loyalties to anyone else, so I did not care about breaking the
social codes for that city. On the flip side, I wonder if there were so many
people sitting down in the theater because they thought that’s what everyone
else is supposed to do. They may also have been pressured by their friends to
conform. Not wanting to be left out from the group in the future, they did what
everyone else did, to fit in and maintain relationships with the people they
knew.
I am simply glad to not have had
this negative conformity issue within my group of friends. We all had fun despite
the dispirited crowd, and I’m really happy about that.