last night was an amazing night of dancing. with one of my best friends, a chill, non-bougie place, pulse blitzing music- yes, they played michael jackson and prince. but i realized something-- it doesn't matter whether you are in london, dc, new york, lyon, philly or any where. there are so many people who, when it comes to the dance floor, have big rods up their ass.
like, do you get how boring you are? michael FREAKING jackson is playing right now, its just pumping through this little room and there's brillant multicolored lights flying everywhere plus there is booze booze and more booze available..... why do you stand there and jostle your hip like a robot and call that dancing?
it's a shame. and it's everywhere.
wided & i saw this ridiculous bougie bitch holding a glass of merlot on the dancefloor! What are you doing????
dancing is one of my fav fav fav hobbies. nothing can be more magical, i don't think, than a dance floor. anything can happen. Literally.
i think people should focus on releasing on the dance floor. just having fun and shaking your thang. that's all. the more honest and free you are on the dancefloor the more honest and free you will be able to be in life, with everything.
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