The night before Queensday. I walk about in Groningen accompanied by three of my best friends. We find ourselves enjoying an Irish band, drinking a beer or two and putting our Irish dancing skills to the test. If I then knew what the night had in store for us, I'd be long gone from there.

As I pack my bags to head over to the northern part of the country to hang out with some friends I get a text message:

"Hey man, what are you doing tomorrow night? I'm heading over to Groningen, there's gonna be lots of bands all around the city! I feel like party hardy, let me know if you're gonna tag along!"

It was a message from one of my best friends. After reading it I was psyched to go, but I wasn't sure if the guys I was heading to would be up for it. When I arrived I told them about the event in Groningen tomorrow night. We settled down on the idea that if we feel like going, we'll go.

When the moment of deciding was upon us we all felt like going. We were up for some partying allright! So be it. After arriving in Groningen we quickly met up with the guy that send me the text message. It didn't take long before we found the Irish band.

Only after awhile we decided to check out the other bands as well. We moved over to a Rock band, but it was pretty much jam packed there so we decided to settle down at a DJ around the corner. All was well and we were having major fun! Then suddenly we hear someone screaming. When we turn around, people moved away and formed a circle. In the middle were two guys literally beating the shit out of each other. And as you could've guessed, it didn't stay with only two guys.

Moments like this make me want to jump in between and stop this fucking madness. Yet I know that doing so will only worsen the situation. My friend seconds me on that by saying exactly that. It's been awhile since I felt that way, I never find myself near or in fights. The last time I was part of such an event was back in High school. I motion my friend that we should get the hell out of here. As we reach the outskirts of the crowd we see that security finally got to them, only to tell them to "Stop that!".

Later that night one of our female friends had to go to the toilet. I guess I don't have to explain how long that takes, as numerous songs have done so before me. As I talk with my friend about this ridiculous fight we notice a group of girls who repeat the same principle. "I can't believe this, what the fuck is wrong with these people?!" I exclaimed. I get a few sympathizing looks, but the bigger part was enjoying the fighting scene. Luckily this didn't take that long.

Well then, surely that was the worst part of the night. Guess again, moments later as we were heading to get something to eat we find another scene of brutal, pointless violence. A guy performing a dropkick in someone's face while he was lying down on the ground. I was shocked. I seriously couldn't believe these people. What the fuck is wrong with you doing shit like this, especially on a day like this, where we supposed to celebrate not dislocate each others bones! They must be seriously full of pure hate which gets it's place in the physical world by drinking a liquid known as beer too much. I then knew for sure it was that underlying hate, not the alcohol that is responsible for shit like this.

And then when you thought it was all over, they start another round. This time inside a driving bus for crying out loud! I am seriously hurt by the sight of people literally demolishing each other for not even a logical reason. When the physical part was over the death glaring phase could begin. A face covered in blood confusingly stumbles my way. He almost bumped into me and there was a glimpse of eye contact. I could feel his hate and it scared me senseless. I am not quickly afraid of other people, but this guy was insane, his eyes looked like he was out to kill. The rest of the ride I applied what I've learned to find a state which you can refer to as 'inner peace'.

Looking back at this night I seriously can't believe that there are actually so many people who are that fucked up they find a certain fulfilment in destroying other human beings. They all contribute to a more worse world. They poison each other, they poison the spectators, they poison everyone around the globe. You might not be consciously aware of this, but even if you do not believe in that everyone and everything is connected with each other, you surely can agree with me on that this kind of behaviour is fucked up. This has got to stop!