One of my biggest fears is that one day I will dance like an old person.
You know - fists clenched, awkward swaying that has no rhythm, feet shuffling from side to side. It's like something goes off like clockwork, and the minute you hit a certain age (I hesitate to pinpoint what exactly it is) all sense of timing goes out the window.
It seems the only recourse is to sit out the music. Or not give a rat's ass what you look like.
I'll be the one sitting on the fence, tapping my toes and twisting my paper napkin to shreds while I consider making a move.
You know - fists clenched, awkward swaying that has no rhythm, feet shuffling from side to side. It's like something goes off like clockwork, and the minute you hit a certain age (I hesitate to pinpoint what exactly it is) all sense of timing goes out the window.
It seems the only recourse is to sit out the music. Or not give a rat's ass what you look like.
I'll be the one sitting on the fence, tapping my toes and twisting my paper napkin to shreds while I consider making a move.
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