Why Won’t You Dance?
Mrs. C’s hobby is Ball Room dancing. She is an amateur, but she is pretty good. I appreciate the skill and effort it takes to dance, but I have no interest in learning. Mrs. Cranky recently wanted to know why I am so unwilling to participate in one of her favorite activities.
Mrs. C in action: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7aRJwicK6jw&list=PL24348DF3B1BCD43B
There is a “Seinfeld” episode (I know Val at http://unbaggingthecats.blogspot.com/ knows immediately which one I am going to relate) where Elaine makes a fool of herself with her bad dancing. She thinks she is good. I did not get this episode right away because I also thought she was good. Therein lies my dancing problem.
I am not talking about Ball Room dancing, I am talking freeform make up your own steps bullshit dancing that 90% of the world does to any music today. I watch these dancers at weddings today, and way back- when at school parties. To me it is just a bunch of foot shuffling, arm swinging, head bobbing, facial expression crap. Whenever I tried to participate and shuffle-swing-bob-sneer, I thought I was really cool. And yet, people laughed at me.
They laughed at me!
I look at all these idiots doing their own fertility-ritualistic-strutting version of dancing and I think, “Damn, they all look like a bunch of assholes” and when I decide to join in because it seems like the thing to do…EVERYBODY LAUGHS AT ME!
Apparently I dance funny. I look stupid!
I think everyone looks like complete idiots when they dance (not the Ball Room stuff). I only ever attempted to dance because of peer pressure…and I get laughed at!
“Come on Joe, get up and dance…its fun.”
“No thanks, I’ll just watch.”
“Don’t be a party pooper, dance.”
“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha you look like a spasticated monkey!”
Maybe I am a bit of a clown. When a clown dances people expect him to look funny. They don’t see themselves and how silly they look, they only see the clown and they laugh.
Personally I think I dance pretty well. I think I look cool; me and Elaine.
That is why I don’t dance.