I just don't get dancing. I never have. Have you ever watched someone dance? It is stupid. I have always hated dancing my whole entire life. When people try to get you to dance, they are assholes. If you dance with someone, you secretly want to fuck them. If someone dances with you, they secretly want to fuck you. I am not sure where my heart felt opposition to dancing stems from.

While I was growing up, when there were school dances, I avoided them. If I was pressured into attending one, I would hang out on the sidelines and pretend to be busy doing whatever. As an adult, at weddings and other such nonsense, I avoid dancing at all costs. In grade school, in physical eduction class (gym class), I was forced to dance. Typically square, although I seem to recall some other styles as well, but I may have just imagined those. This was always a fucking nightmare for everyone involved. Children should not be forced to touch each other under any circumstances. I hated dancing then, so whatever caused my hatred of dancing started
before then, so I cannot imagine the source.

One night, as an adult, some friends, male and female, dragged me to a "club" of some sort where dancing was going on. They pleaded with me to dance on a dance floor with probably 50 other people, and I simply refused. At one point, these "friends" of mine, literally grabbed me by the arms in an attempt to pull me into their retarded desire to dance. I got violent, and at one point, I believed that I was going to be forced to throwdown and kick some ass over it. Ridiculous.

I never was good at dancing, but I feel like no one really can be good at something that has no set rules or boundaries. I never even wanted to be good at it. Dancing could consist of damn near any movement, set to music or not. Its odd that dancing is judged, on TV and/or in real life. At any given dancing scene on any given day, anyone dancing is being judged by someone else.

There is one time. Once. In my entire life when I enjoyed dancing, and it was not even a real scenario, it was more of a drunken joke. I was flying high on the alcohol, and whatever else, and I happen to be wearing a 70s leisure suit of all things. It was not Halloween or anything, its just how I roll sometimes. Anyway, an impromptu break dancing competition broke out in the kitchen. I had just enough liquid courage to think it might be a good idea to try and win the breakdancing competition. There were several people there enjoying the event, so its not like it was just me and one other person. I don't recall all the details of my moves, but I know I ended with the most awesome backspin ever, and clearly won the competition.

I have thought about my hatred towards dancing quite a bit over the years, and I have yet to come up with a reason why I feel this way. I guess dancing is just dumb.

In summary, if you dance, you are a gay assfucker.