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04/20/10(Tue)22:02:24 No.8488539Dancing.
Not only
do I not understand dancing, but the idea of it actually freaks me out.
The more I think about it, the more freaked out I get. A bunch of people
moving in very bizarre, rhythmic, meaningless patterns to music. What
the fuck? If you had never heard of or seen dancing before, and you saw a
room full of people doing it one day, you would freak the fuck out and
wonder why these dangerous crazy people weren't being rounded up and
sedated by men in white coats.
I mean you're going along,
sometimes you eat food, sometimes you sleep, sometimes you shit,
sometimes you do your job, sometimes you fuck, sometimes you read the
paper, sometimes you watch tv, and all of these things make sense, until
you go down to the club and hit the dance floor. Aliens observing us
would be completely fucking baffled by this, and I am as well.
I
understand the anthropological significance of dancing. It shows off
athleticism and health of a potential mate. But there are a million
other fucking things we could do to accomplish the same things, and most
of them actually serve a purpose. But dancing? God, I'm just getting
more bewildered the more I consider it. |