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The Curse Of Being A Wallflower
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The Curse Of Being A Wallflower |
02/21/09
That said, I would NEVER drag/pressure someone into do it. I've been on the other side, and that's just cruel and initmidating or irritating. I've been at parties when I didn't feel like dancing, and my friends would physically try yank me out on the floor. I'm like "girl, you can pull that arm right outta my socket and I'm still gonna stay sitting here, bleeding out and not dancing". No means no, damnit.
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My real friends won't care. My husband loves me and thinks I'm beautiful even if I fall flat on my ass.
Anyone who has a problem is a dick and can bite me.
This is a new thing for me. For years I couldn't let go like that in public. But now, that my anxiety disorder is FINALLY being treated -- I can let go and have fun.
You'd be amazed at how much that statement makes me want to cry in happiness.
02/21/09
Now, dancing on my own, that would be another story. 0_0
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i can't dance either, but at least I don't have to make eye contact.
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I just ... can't do it unless I'm high, overcaffeinated and alone (I like dancing in my underwear) or wasted.
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Well, besides that one minimal techno club in Berlin. The Germans were amazingly spastic, yet no one got all up in my space. Props!
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And that is why I am usually at home, with the Mr., watching movies, playing with the cats, and playing in the kitchen. And quite happy about it! Anti-social - yah, a bit, but I'm okay with it. And then I can read about what other Jezzies are cooking!
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Occasionally, Hampton Court Palace and the like, put on dancing displays, enabling the public to join in and experience what social dancing was like for Henry VIII and his homies. These events are always great fun and very lively and even the most ungainly clodhopper would enjoy themselves.
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