Save the Last Dance

Fortunately or so unfortunately as it may be, I brought myself to get on with my life and drag myself to the forbidden place I thought I'd never go to: the shrine to fist-pumping, the alter of bouncing, the high school homecoming dance. Did I forget to add the place where beauty if forbidden as well? Seemingly, only high-healed, short-skirted (for lack of better words) grinders are allowed in. In which case, I snuck in.

How I got myself into such unknown territory... I'll never know. Maybe it started with a text message to my best friend, convincing her that it'd help us somehow? Maybe it was the moment I bought the golden ticket to destiny? I'll always question this.

What I am sure of it that it was most positively, forbidden territory. No one should be allowed into a gym full of 350 sweating, hormonal teenagers. No one. I couldn't bring my eyes away from well *everything* that was going on. And it felt so wrong.

If God could see the few of us on Earth who do what teenagers do, He would not be proud. I wouldn't blame Him for wanting to take everyday for a day of rest. All hail the Sundays!

Why do people need to grind on each other? Are we really that... terrible? Do we need someone to physically love our presence? Are we just that conscience that action we take make it seem as though we don't have a subconscious cell in our body to tell us what we look like to the world? I know what Mike Posner's song means now: "You need everyone's eyes just to feel seen." Well guess what pencils? You have our attention. Now what will you do with it?

It is my belief that dancing one of the few ways to the soul. Music, dance, the eyes, and speech, being all of the ways, bring someone to the depths of your soul. So with the kind of dancing that everyone does, does that reflect your soul? I hope and pray not.

So how was my first experience at a high school dance? Pretty good. I didn't slow dance, or dance like a maniac, thankfully. Though all of the above are true, I had some of the best time with people that I actually enjoy and enjoy me. I found people, who dance to what they are feeling, showing their true soul, unlike others. I want to be a part of that group that dances with the soul. Will someone else dance with me?