Sep 11, 2010 15:32
I went to trance dance last night. Twenty people wearing blindfolds dancing for an hour and twenty minutes. (No peeking.) At one point I partnered with someone and began to dance in a tango style. I have no idea who it was. Different variants of music but sadly no dubstep, which seems to be universally popular with everyone I meet these days.
Before and after we talked for a short time. We stated our intentions. Mine was to find a way to soothe my fear and anxiety. I'm not sure that the dancing solved anything but it sure was fun. An hour and twenty minutes sounds like a long time but really went by quickly.
Then I absconded with the two prettiest girls to a nearby bar where we talked about all sorts of crap. An hour or so later they dropped me off. Then I found that my roommate was having a party- and on and on from one party until the next until I finally rode my bike home by myself in the hour before dawn.
Did I have fun? Yes.
Do I want to do it again? Yes.
Was it lonely as hell to ride home alone? Yes.
I loved every minute of it. I love my sadness and my loneliness and my despair, these are the nutrients that will blossom into newfound joy. I am ready for an overabundant harvest of happiness.