Dancing

I love to dance. I can to dance to any genre of music and I don’t have any ounce of formal training. I just watched and mimicked what other people did at parties and on television. When I hear the music I cannot help myself. I feel the music. I become one with the music. People have complimented my dance skills. Some have said that I dance like a video vixen. I don’t see it that way, but they’re entitled to their opinion.

When I go out, I dance to keep from becoming bored. I am a homebody, and I will find any excuse to be at home. To keep myself from being a party-pooper, I dance. Just because I dance, don’t automatically assume that I am having a good time. A party could be lame as hell even though there is music playing in the background. Many times I have blurted, “I really could have stayed home and saved my money.” Some times it’s just to keep people from asking me why I am not dancing. Other times, dancing gives me the opportunity to be silly. Many girls dance for attention. When I dance, I dance in my own little world as though no one is watching me. I dance like it’s my last day on Earth.

Dancing is a part of my “me time.” I purposely purchased a smaller bed so that I would have more space for dancing. Sometimes I even bust out my hula-hoop and I hula-hoop to the music. I was able to teach myself a couple of tricks. I taught myself how to jump and turn while the hula-hoop is circling my waist. I was also able to accomplish having me and the hula-hoop turn in opposite directions for a brief moment. This would come in handy if I were to do a talent show. (Who needs a talent show now when there’s YouTube ?)

A coworker once told me that I missed my calling to become a dancer. Do I really dance that well? I never considered dancing a career choice for me. Dancing is what I do when I have trouble writing my thoughts down. Dancing makes me happy. It’s a simple pleasure that I don’t plan on giving up until I am stiff in my coffin.

What’s your simple pleasure? How do you spend your “me time?”

May 25, 2010. Uncategorized.



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