People Who Categorically Don’t Dance…

Aren’t people that I trust, or even need to know

I said this to someone the other night, and got a sideways glance (I think, but my imagination has been going full tilt lately in all kinds of directions, so who really knows?). Really, though, people who are emphatic about not dancing are not people I tend to trust, or need to know. I’m not saying that you have to spend the whole night on the dance floor when you’re out at a club, or that you have to have awesome moves (they certainly may help, but are by no means necessary), or even that you have to always dance to the beat.

What I hear when someone says that they don’t dance is that they don’t let their body go/relax. I hear that they don’t let the power of music seep into their pores, pump the blood through their bodies (along with other fluids), massage their muscles, or lift their spirits.

That’s a lot of don’ts…a lot of being closed off—and I should know, it takes one to know one. But I tell you, there are not many things I like better than dancing. There are few moments that I feel as free as I do as when I’m dancing. Best of all, if I’m dancing with you, then I’m letting you know me—physically, emotionally, spiritually…

I’m grounded in enough reality to know that this isn’t necessarily how others think of dancing. I’m grounded in enough reality not to expect everyone to subscribe to my way of thinking about dancing. But, given how I do feel about dancing, what does it say if you won’t/don’t dance with me? Enough said.