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Dance.
Just dance.
Isn't that what Bowie said? or perhaps it was "let's dance". But I infinitely prefer "just dance". I've recently made that into my facebook political views and religious views (because we all know that facebook is all that is truth). Of course, the religious views were altered from "I believe in the Universe" to "Dance!" I still of course believe in the Universe, if not the outer Universe, then my own innerverse. How can I not believe what I perceive as reality (as all perception is created of a warped and melded offspring of our outer senses and inner preconceived ideas)? well, i suppose social programming and all that -
but this is about dancing!
I've had the dance in me. For a long time. I can't seem to shake it out. When I stroll down the road listening to my iPod, I really have a difficult time - and excruciatingly difficult time - not dancing down the side walk, Christopher Walken style. All I want to do is see how far I can get dancing and grooving before my legs fail me and I collapse due to lack of oxygen. I walk into rooms and wait for conversation to cease so I can get my piece in, and while I wait I do a little waiting dance. While stood in a living room or my bedroom thinking about what I need to grab for the day before I head out, I dance. There's a rhythm in my head that wants to be acknowledged!
I went to the free dubstep night at Rumors last night, and I had a good time. I danced, and danced, and danced some more, then continued to dance even though my face was quite red and perspiring. DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! My back is tweaked from Saturday, minor miscalculation on my part, but still adding to my back issues, but I grooved and moved to the beats and the sounds and the noise, feeling the building pain but dancing through it regardless.
This morning, I hurt. I hurt so much. It hurts to reach up into cupboards, to turn my head, to stoop to lift my back, to sit in most positions, yet through the day, I have danced. A few friends came over for a brief visit, and through our conversing I fought the dance in me, though only halfheartedly. As soon as they left my music went louder and I imagined myself back in the bar last night, at Meltdown, in the shower, anywhere! - that I had all the room I needed and I continued. Though my sides ache, my shoulders are tight, and my general back hardly has the strength to hold me when I dip back, I dance through it.
Bah-humbug to physical therapy.
Dance!
Just dance!
Just dance.
Isn't that what Bowie said? or perhaps it was "let's dance". But I infinitely prefer "just dance". I've recently made that into my facebook political views and religious views (because we all know that facebook is all that is truth). Of course, the religious views were altered from "I believe in the Universe" to "Dance!" I still of course believe in the Universe, if not the outer Universe, then my own innerverse. How can I not believe what I perceive as reality (as all perception is created of a warped and melded offspring of our outer senses and inner preconceived ideas)? well, i suppose social programming and all that -
but this is about dancing!
I've had the dance in me. For a long time. I can't seem to shake it out. When I stroll down the road listening to my iPod, I really have a difficult time - and excruciatingly difficult time - not dancing down the side walk, Christopher Walken style. All I want to do is see how far I can get dancing and grooving before my legs fail me and I collapse due to lack of oxygen. I walk into rooms and wait for conversation to cease so I can get my piece in, and while I wait I do a little waiting dance. While stood in a living room or my bedroom thinking about what I need to grab for the day before I head out, I dance. There's a rhythm in my head that wants to be acknowledged!
I went to the free dubstep night at Rumors last night, and I had a good time. I danced, and danced, and danced some more, then continued to dance even though my face was quite red and perspiring. DANCE! DANCE! DANCE! My back is tweaked from Saturday, minor miscalculation on my part, but still adding to my back issues, but I grooved and moved to the beats and the sounds and the noise, feeling the building pain but dancing through it regardless.
This morning, I hurt. I hurt so much. It hurts to reach up into cupboards, to turn my head, to stoop to lift my back, to sit in most positions, yet through the day, I have danced. A few friends came over for a brief visit, and through our conversing I fought the dance in me, though only halfheartedly. As soon as they left my music went louder and I imagined myself back in the bar last night, at Meltdown, in the shower, anywhere! - that I had all the room I needed and I continued. Though my sides ache, my shoulders are tight, and my general back hardly has the strength to hold me when I dip back, I dance through it.
Bah-humbug to physical therapy.
Dance!
Just dance!