the hooppain kiss

something still amazes me about people blindly walk into my spinning hoop at a club or rave.  okay, i get that you weren’t necessarily expecting it, but do you look where you are going?  yeah, i’m the hooper you were watching earlier. yeah, still here.  yeah, spinning plastic hurts.granted, i always feel a little bad when i really nail someone in the face; i mean, it is not intentional, and i would be a bit aghast at being thwacked furiously in the side of the head out of the blue.  not a particularly nice addition to your party evening.  so, i apologize and try to make sure they are okay.then again, i have intimate knowledge of the pain per velocity injury formula, being a regular victim.  tapping you with a lightly spinning hoop doesn’t really hurt. surprise you? sure. but, don’t get melodramatic over a bump.  this thing is capable of star inducement.and, when you see me spinning, and my hoop is taking up horizontal space off my body, and you don’t look that drugged out, and there is enough room not to step into my field of influence, well then, you are…uh… kind of asking for it.  you’ve become a player in my performance art.