Pat got married, for any of you don’t know, and I was at the wedding. There was no dancing at the wedding. Well, actually, I take that back. There was a little, if you use a broad definition. At the reception afterward, though, there was much dancing. Luckily, I didn’t have to participate hardly at all. Me having to dance is the kind of dancing I most despise. I don’t really care if other people do it. I just don’t really get it.
People say it’s liberating or freeing or whatever, and I can sorta see how that could be true. I don’t think I need to be much more liberated than I am, though. I’m pretty sure I’m immobile in my most perfectly free state. Perhaps that’s not true for everyone. I don’t think it’s really all that liberating anyway. It’s true that you’re not constrained by the normal societal rules, but you enter into a new set of rules. You’re supposed to move much more than normal, but it’s not as though there are no limitations or judgments made. Maybe in modern dance class, but not in the normal world. *shrug*
Personally, I just can’t get into dancing, so I can’t really do it. I can do it for like 5 seconds as a joke, but I’ve got nothing sustaining it. It is an emotion based activity, and my emotions are pretty limited, or absent, or constrained, or something. As a result, when I have to do it, it’s very unpleasant. Hence the WIDLM.
Anyway, I’m glad Lauren didn’t make me dance. That was nice of her. I hope everyone else that was dancing was having fun at it. Seemed like they were. Good party Pat’s wife’s dad.