4. Dancing: Who’s dancing and why are they tapping those toes?

i don't really understand this prompt...  am i dancing?  no, not currently, and rarely in general.  i'm just not a dancer.  i suppose that at one point, i liked to pretend i was dancing.  i would go to dances at my college and just do whatevers.  oftentimes it would involve slightly injuring my partners...  when there even were partners.  i had this sort of high-stepping thing i would do, slamming my feet into the ground...

i recall once when i went to a dance in santa monica, one with some young drama?  dance? girls.  and there was one wide-eyed girl who seemed at times interested.  i didn't really dance, but instead just sort of shifted my weight back and forth, trying to do my taiji stuff or something...  at times, i wonder what would have happened that night if things were allowed to proceed...  it's rare that things are open that way.  i mean, i have so many hang ups, and not many people are ever interested (or appear interested)...

so...  i'm really not good at dancing.  i like to think i am.  i like to close my eyes and just move to the rhythm.  i tend to like songs that are faster, that have a good beat...  not a square beat, but something a bit off...  and it helps if i resonate with the lyrics and message of the song too.  if any of these qualities are not present, i would almost rather not be on the dance floor.  it just sours my mood.  maybe i'm picky or something.

i used to like nin music.  techno.  but i didn't have the privilege of going to real raves, where free love and stuff were rampant.  the place i went, people mainly went to dances to stay warm and get drunk.  there was very little art and spirit and love to it.  and, frankly, now that i have the objectivity of time and space (hawaii), i realize that the pickings were pretty slim there anyway.

so...  i don't know how else i am supposed to answer this prompt.

well, i like dancing with people i love.  it's fun to see people get into it.

so again, going back to this strange prompt...  who's dancing, and why are they tapping those toes?  well, I am tapping the toes.  more like slamming on them.  it's me.  the terribly clumsy, enthusiastic dancer.