Wednesday, June 01, 2011

Dance It Out

     Lots of people like to dance.  That is true.  There is something about moving ones body to the beat of music - even that music is a Sousa march.  Every culture has some sort of dance that is original to their peoples.  Dancing - whether it be ballroom or street dancing or the God-awful Zumba - is one of the most ubiquitous and popular social endeavors of all time.
     I don't like it though.  Wait a minute, let me qualify that.  I don't like to do it.  I think dancing is fine for those of you who like to partake.  I can't do a lot of dance moves so I have a lot of respect for people who can do them.  Like if you can spin around on your head and techno dance to some sort of Moby album, then I am supportive about that because I am impressed.  If you are dancing for fitness or fun that is cool too.  Rock on with your bad self.  I am just not going to be doing it.
These are no help.
     Like I said, it is not that I think dancing is dumb, and it is not like I think it is going to send us all to hell like some sort of 50s religious fundamentalist, I just don't choose to participate.  Just like butchering cows or self-immolation: I choose not to participate.
     I don't know why.  I can't explain it.  Part, or more likely most, of the reason I am sure is because I am clumsy and unathletic and uncoordinated.  And I believe that those are pretty strong reasons.  See, I look a little goofy when I dance, and I know this.  So I tend to get a little self-conscious and that makes me like it even less.  All that being said, somewhere along the way I just shut that circuit breaker off, because even sitting in the living room all by myself with a foxtrot playing on the Victrola I just can't get myself to take the leap.  But I think that is okay.
     There is, however, one major exception to my little Phil Collins "I Can't Dance" rule, and that is weddings.  Not all weddings, I can assure you that, but that is the one forum where from time to time I let it snap.  Something about the fancy dress clothes, the DJ or band (especially if they are at all good), and the general atmosphere just makes me let loose and dance the night away.  Alright, I am sure that the booze have something to do with it too, but I digress.  If you get me to a wedding then you have a pretty good chance of seeing me do what I call dance.
     So that is the story, and I apologize but you will probably not be on my dance card anytime soon.  It is nothing personal, in this case it really has nothing to do with you, it is all my fault.  I am just not into that.  But you can be.  And I will happily watch you all night long.  Feel free to dance it out.

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