Queens day: Happy cows are here again!
Will power...what a burden! We sweat the small stuff a lot. We have to constantly exercise our Will to abstain from that extra slice of pie, from being "uncool" by wanting to stay home on a Saturday night watching Youtube, or just calling home to check in. Individualism can suck sometimes. Blame is rarely distributed. There's a reason why we say "exercise" your will...it's pure and simple work. Sometimes, however, society orchestrates an opportunity to take a break. And BREAK it is! 
Queens day in the Netherlands is one such moment in time! Thousands of people blind you with their orange glory as they sweep through Amsterdam. High on pot, techno and a vague reminder of being Dutch AND low on foot-estate, the mob has come to celebrate their Queen Beatrix and her conveniently timed birthday. (although born on January 31, the weather and her highness pushes this date to May 30th, allowing for orange neon bikinis, rave street parties and blood sporting bargaining at the freemarket!).
People have little choice but to be cattled around. And in that haze of second hand smoke, an idea dawns...cows have it good.
There's a reason they look so blissful. Someone is exercising their Will for them! Isn't that part of the appeal of voluntarily joining a mob of pushing and shoving people moving aimlessly around the city, (in)voluntarily subjected to a random set of sensory overload all in the name of the Queen? For a change, we have a legitimate excuse to let go of our Will.
Will is willingly let go of...moo to the queen!
Queens day in the Netherlands is one such moment in time! Thousands of people blind you with their orange glory as they sweep through Amsterdam. High on pot, techno and a vague reminder of being Dutch AND low on foot-estate, the mob has come to celebrate their Queen Beatrix and her conveniently timed birthday. (although born on January 31, the weather and her highness pushes this date to May 30th, allowing for orange neon bikinis, rave street parties and blood sporting bargaining at the freemarket!).
People have little choice but to be cattled around. And in that haze of second hand smoke, an idea dawns...cows have it good.
There's a reason they look so blissful. Someone is exercising their Will for them! Isn't that part of the appeal of voluntarily joining a mob of pushing and shoving people moving aimlessly around the city, (in)voluntarily subjected to a random set of sensory overload all in the name of the Queen? For a change, we have a legitimate excuse to let go of our Will.
Will is willingly let go of...moo to the queen!
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