Its Like Being In A Room Full Of Paranoid Skitsophrenics Who Have Never Heard Of Medication And Are All Simultaneously Mid Delusion - Blog Posts

You have not seen shit until you've been to a church revival.

The first one I can remember was when I was about 13 (a horrible age for me) and I thought the whole damn world was ending.

It's just dark enough that you can barely see the people around you.

Music is blaring from all angles.

People are sobbing.

There are people breaking out into random fits of chanting.

People are shouting. A lot.

There's a lady laying in the starfish position on the stage doing all three.

There's some guy in the back pacing in a circle with his hands in the air and muttering to himself... when he's not chanting, sobbing, or shouting.

The preacher's standing up front, eerily quiet and just sort of taking it all in... when he's not chanting, sobbing, or shouting.

People are laying in the floor and it's unclear if they're passed out or just vibing.

...they are also prone to random bursts of chanting, sobbing, or shouting as well as the occasional spasms.

This lasts for a couple of hours until the lights turn on, the music cuts off, and everyone goes back to how they were pre-revival.

There is a debate on whether the group will meet up at Applebee's or go out for tacos.