Dancing is probably the only physical activity I can't get my head (and body) around. Decency requires hatred towards it, as a result. Someone even accused me of not being capable to have fun. The whatsoever she added only made it worse. But should I really care? They say it's all about rhythm and the so-called musical intelligence. If so, I mustn't grumble. I've proved to be extremely music-conscious at times and to have a relatively fair taste in music. My handicap regards my not being able to bring myself to move to the rhythm. So what? Does it make me a bad person? Of course not. It makes me old-fogyish and putrid. And dull. That's what most people reckon. But I don't mind. I don't like most people. (If they did like me, I'd be insulted.)
Don't get me wrong, I don't claim dancing ought to be prohibited. There's simply not enough alco-hole to make me demean myself by doing it.
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