I’m gonna let you in on a secret. I love to dance. I look more like a fish flopping vertically on a dance floor while my extra poundage wobbles slightly behind the rest of my bulk, but I secretly love it. There is a scene in the movie Elizabethtown where Orlando Bloom’s character pulls up on a secluded dirt road in the middle of nowhere and dances. I can relate to this. When nobody is watching and there is no one looking on laughing, I love to dance.
The question isn’t so much why I love to dance as much as it is why I don’t dance randomly the rest of the time? Why can’t I be that kind of free all the time? Do I love the acceptance of other people more than dancing? Is it a pride issue? Maybe it’s the appearance of sanity that I love so much?
If I love to do something so innocuous as dancing and I shrink from it for fear of people I don’t know laughing at me maybe I am already insane anyway?
i’ve had this song in my head ever since i saw it posted here. i’ve got to admit it’s a catchy thing that i don’t always admit that i’ve always liked. it makes my top 5 list of songs that i don’t normally tell people that i like.