TASK #46: Dance Fever
“Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.” George Carlin
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 means: not only don’t I want to look bad in public, I REALLY don’t want to be the butt of dancing jokes. 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 when my feet have not 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 and I was GOOD!. Better than Prince, better than James Brown, better than any of those dorks on Dancin’ With The Stars!
When the song was over I put on another, and another, and danced til I was dripping. And it felt good.
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.
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