Dance Fever
Task 28, July 12 to July 19
“Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music”. George Carlin
In my lifetime I have endeavored to avoid dancing. At all costs. Why? I feel self-conscious when I'm dancing; I feel foolish; I don't think I am a good dancer; I don't like to call attention to myself; I don't want to be the butt of "white man" dancing jokes; and I am intimidated by guys who can dance (or who just have the guts to shake it in public).
Now, that's not to say that I've never danced. I've just needed the right circumstances, i.e. a wedding reception and an open bar. But these circumstances can at best be described as rare, and I'll bet there's been stretches of five years or more that have not seen my feet sliding on a dance floor.
Recently, however, I found myself at home, alone. I was supposed to be putting together a bed frame but I wasn't feeling it, (the "it" being anything that wasn't: watching the Buckeyes or daydreaming about what I'd do with the 20 million that I was going to win in the lottery or standing in front of the refrigerator and deciding what to have for lunch or logging onto r/Roast Me and laughing at someone else's expense); of course I chose r/Roast me, and I flicked on my Sony 5-CD disc changing CD player (which my wife thinks is ridiculously dated and will be donated to Goodwill five minutes after I pass away). I chose the new Devo compilation (50 Years of De-Evolution), selected "Girl U Want" and got busy tittering.
In a few moments I noticed that my shoulders were undulating, then my heels starting tapping the floor and my chin started bobbing; five minutes later I was shaking my ass across the living room floor. I lost all control of my appendages as I twirled around in an unfettered fit. The dog barked and fled the room and the vibration from my stomping feet sent the silver framed wedding picture of me clumsily pulling the ceremonial garter off my wife's leg (the first and only time I've ever seen a garter)clattering to the floor, and I didn't care.
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When "Girl U Want" ended I put on "Whip It" and the minutes turned into an hour and I finally collapsed into a chair, drenched and sated, dance-wise at least.
I rested a while, then made myself a sandwich leftovers from our Costco $4.99 roasted chicken and set about putting together the bed frame before my wife returned home.
TASK:
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. Get funky.