In which I rant about Schalke-Ultras

It’s a bit everywhere but I’m so done. I can’t make it “nice”.

I guess all of the awesomeness of the experience is finally wearing down, so I started to randomly think about what happened at the Werder game. I am actually the most upset now at how disrespected I was by the Ultras. Like completely and totally livid to the point where I wish the guys I talked to would step on like a million legos right after the other.

Touching my horn constantly without permission (which was kind of funny the first few times when the really drunk guys did it because they were so ridic drunk and were chanting “Einhorn” to the tune of one of the Schalke songs, but then it was constant and the second set of guys who actually upset me did it too), making fun of me (one of the security guys even suggested that they set my horn on fire because he thought it was a candle, which is a really violent joke, especially considering I was visibly upset and not being buddy-buddy with them. Like let’s set something on this girl’s head on fire!), and acting like their Ultra status and ~*~*~sekrits~*~*~ are more important than making their fellow fans feel emotionally comfortable in your presence.

The story of the flag (which had “Türken, Zigeuner & Juden” written on it, which was in Werder colors at the Werder game, but which refers to the reclaiming of a song that Dortmund made about Schalke [the reclaiming makes me a little uncomfy too, but I don’t actually belong to any of those groups, so I hesitate to go on about it]) would have taken legit like 30 seconds at most. I’m really happy Noam was there, because alone I would have cried and run away or something.

It was honestly like the uncomfortable feeling a lot of people get from being in a frat basement. (I have realized that the Ultras are basically a football frat, which I should have known. :|) It was made known that the Nordkurve is not my space (as much as I think it should be) and I was just a guest there, who shouldn’t open their mouth to raise concerns that I have. I’m really, really upset, though now that I think about it, I’m not sure why I expected Schalke Jungs to be anything like considerate. I’ve actually got to have a long sit down about deciding whether I ever want to go back in the Nordkurve again, because singing the Mythos song isn’t really worth it.