On Dancing

I really enjoy dancing.

Not dancing like grinding up on girls in a club or even choreographed exhibitions… I like dancing… make that flailing around like a total goofball. There’s something liberating in it. I’ve been so concerned with my image for such a long time that I feel like I’ve denied myself of a lot of fun times. I think I suppressed the part of me that gets to be lost in the bliss of being alive. So now, I’m tapping into my more primeval nature so I can get re-addicted to life.

Dancing was always off-limits. I didn’t dance much when I was a teenager (although, some of the martial arts I did is more related that you would think). When I went to the Prom in high school, I spent maybe 30 minutes dancing and the rest of the time trying to avoid it. I think I went to maybe one or two events since that there was a clear expectation that dancing would be a part of the festivities since.

But as I care less and less about what people think about me, I find myself dancing more. I find myself more attracted to songs that make me feel fun. I still think that “I Gotta Feeling” is the worst song of 2009 but Lady GaGa doesn’t irk me as much as she did a year ago. I like to dance in my car and with people I’m close to a lot (especially when I know I’m not being judged for doing it). Dancing to me is like singing to most people. You aren’t afraid to do it when you’re comfortable and you have no idea why it makes you feel so happy… it just does.

To make an unnecessarily long story short, life is short. It’s time to stop caring how people are judging you and go have fun. A lot of fun. I think I’m going to dance more. I can’t promise that it will be good or it won’t be awkward, but I will promise that I’m having fun.