“Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.” George Carlin
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In my lifetime I have avoided dancing at all costs. Why? First, It’s too “public”, which translates to “I don’t want to look bad in public”. Second, white males, of which I am one, are the butt of dancing jokes, which also means that I don’t want to look bad in public. Three, dancers, in my experience, are peacocks. That being said, on the rare occasion that I’m been coerced to dance, or too drunk to resist the urge, I have had a lot of fun.
But rare occasions by definition are rare and I bet there’s been stretches of five years or more between my feet have met the dance floor. Recently, however, when I was home alone, I put on some music while I was working on the computer. The song: Kiss, by Prince.
First my shoulders started to move, then my arms, and within a few minutes I was up and shaking my thing across the living room floor. And I let it loose…
When the song was over I put on another, and another, and danced til I was dripping. And it felt good.
TASK:
Wait ’til you’re alone, put on something that moves you, and dance like a fool. Nobody’s going to see you and nobody’s going to judge you.
Get funky.
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The quote in the beginning reminded me about something a Swedish comedian said some 30 years ago: “We’re so lucky to have music! Just imagine all the people being arrested for indecent behavior if we didn’t have music! I mean, like they’re going at it on the dance floors! Imagine them doing that without music?!” On that note, I’ve always wanted to dance. But every effort I’ve made have been frowned upon. Yes, I know I’m not very good at it, thank you. But this activity requires practice, and if everybody had been turning you down when you started out,… Read more »