This is Sort of How I Feel
The sign said “Dancing,” and I followed the sign, and no one was dancing there.
If I had had it in me, I would have danced myself, of course. I didn’t, though.
If dancing is still in me, it is buried under a great many other things right now. Things like Why does it feel like the time of possibility is over and only the time of acceptance remains? and Why does no one appreciate me? and Why will no one give me the money? and last, but certainly not least, All right, then, don’t appreciate me. See if I care; I’ll just stomp away and sulk in my corner.
Ugly things.
I’ll be back. I’m just trying to figure out how to dance.
July 15th, 2009 at 3:34 pm
Sunday, July 19
4-7 p.m.
Chicago Summer Dance
Tango with Manny Lopez-Marquez, music by Nancy Hays & The Romance of Dance Orchestra.
Let’s do this on Sunday.
July 15th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
Eep! Tango!
(Okay.)
July 15th, 2009 at 4:02 pm
If nothing else, it will be great fun to watch.
July 15th, 2009 at 8:22 pm
One of my favorite things to do when I was feeling down while living in San Francisco was to go to one of the major record stores (Tower or Virgin) and hit up the listening booths. I loved the fact that no matter when I went, there’d invariable be one person somewhere in the store that would just be rocking out at one of the stations. They’d have their headphones on and would just be going. People would be giving them goofy looks, cracking up, and these people would just groove on through it all. It was uplifting, to see someone so into what they loved that they were oblivious/apathetic to their effect on others. Glorious.
It’s not something I’m as good at as I wish I were. I’m not much of a dancer, though.
If I recall correctly, you don’t allow commands, but I’ll try on out anyway…
I think I’m in love with this guy. In a purely heteronormative, platonic sort of way at least. Just dance. You never know what you might start.
July 15th, 2009 at 8:24 pm
Ack… try this link instead.
July 16th, 2009 at 12:52 pm
i just don’t see those things as ugly. it seems…normal.
in my minds eye i have a clear picture of your stomping morphing gracefully into a dance.