Some people like dancing, others enjoy overdosing on pain meds. I belong to neither group. The reasoning behind this is at the same time very clear, and very muddled. Well, the dancing part. Overdosing is a given, unless of course, Christmas music is involved.
I’ve never really been a dancer. I don’t take pleasure watching people look like fools on the dance floor, and I myself don’t enjoy looking foolish.
This isn’t to say that all dancing is stupid. Certainly, there’s an art to it. The Tango, really well done, is nothing to scoff at. Nor is a Waltz or a Two Step. I do not take issue with dancing done well, just as I don’t take issue with a classically trained musician playing the violin or a seasoned and practiced artist playing the fiddle. That which I despise though, is dancing bastardized into a barely legal humpfest. I don’t want to participate in that any more than I want to participate in listening to someone play the violin when they’ve got absolutely no clue what they’re doing. They’ll make nothing but noise, and that’s just annoying.
Sadly, most “dance” songs do not facilitate a quality dance. They tend to be overtly sexual, hardcore. They qualify as “songs” in the same way “Beautiful Big Assed Babes” or “Two Girls One Cup” qualify as Oscar worthy films. Perhaps my disdain for dancing stems from this fact.
Would I be willing to take dancing lessons? Sure. I won’t seek them out. I wouldn’t seek out a Neil Diamond concert either, but if I’ve got the time, and I’m not “out” anything, I’d be happy to show up. Just to say that I did it. Maybe I’d find I’d really enjoy it. Don’t knock it if you’ve never tried it, isn’t that what they always say? I can think of a few things I’ll contest prior to trying them. Like prison love. I’ll go ahead and knock that, since I’m pretty positive I won’t enjoy it. And herpes. Or AIDS. Or eating babies.
But if someone provided me with lessons for swing or ballroom dancing, I would attend (as long as it didn’t interfere with my work or overtime schedule). I might have fun. I might find in those lessons a new passion. Or I might hate it. But I’d at least try to learn to dance before I seriously go and hump complete strangers on the dance floor. That way, I wouldn’t bastardize someones life work, and I won’t be viewed as an absolute tool who goes to clubs to “hook up”.
So maybe dance lessons are in my future, as I’m sure that I’ll be expected to dance at my own wedding. I don’t really want to go out in front of anyone at the reception to dance and end up looking like an epileptic. But then, if I did that, perhaps I wouldn’t have to dance anyway.