Yesterday my therapist and I were talking a lot about dancing. Because I don’t. Almost as a rule. And on Friday I’m going out for my friend’s birthday for dinner and drinking and dancing.
I have this irrational fear (which if you ask me is not so irrational) that people are very reluctant accept a “No” when they’re trying to get you to dance. Which led my therapist to say the following:
“You don’t have to be a dancer. It’s your life; you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. It’s like if somebody comes up to you and says, ‘Hey, we’re going to the back alley to do some crack, you wanna come?’ you can just say, ‘No, I don’t do that.’ You don’t have to dance.”
Hear that, everybody? Dancing = crack. It’s like Footloose all over again. I wish somebody had told me sooner. Like before I agreed to go out dancing (or not dancing) on Friday.