What kind of person would we become without society to raise us?

Loud. Sometimes thats all that comes to mind. Not at first though. When I arrive I'm alight with the excitement of who's eye I might catch and how sophisticated I will look to observers. A few moments of accustomization to the environment and I notice the noise. Loud. It's not just the voices of the crowd but the deafening stereophonics called music coupled with inadequate acoustics. Without warning though, and without welcome, the sound swarms my mind and then I'm blank for a few moments until my brain comes to terms with the battle at hand. I'm here to converse and look good. Do that. I see the rest of my crew arrive. Good, temporary distractions to occupy my thoughts. The usual greetings ensue and now they too are attempting to acclimate to our surroundings. Yes all that noise, thats why we're here rather then elsewhere. All these sounds cannot simply be replicated elsewhere because they're not just sounds. They're the vibrations of a hive. It can not only be heard but felt and can persuade you to certain behaviours. This atmosphere is alive and breathing and we are it's drones. Longingly and willingly doing it's bidding. We all need to belong, why not to the collective?