On this glorious Tuesday 24th of February 2015 of the Gregorian calendar I would like to confess to a struggle and sin I keep on performing.
I dance more than you know...
As most of you will probably know and witnessed I enjoy busting moves on the dance floor, especially to a Ne-Yo song at which point I slightly tip my hat forward to cover my eyes and bite my lower lip (signature move, that's trademark, don't steal it).
But I also like to dance on my way to the kitchen. I will bust a move while I'm cooking, doing the Carlton dance to Tom Jones. When I'm walking down the street listening to a song that I love I will dance with all my might even making up a small choreography.
You might want to ask but what if there's people Ares? I say let them see.
Let them see my dancing for it is magnificent.
Like a black swan taking flight I will jump in the air and twirl, booty shake, shuffle...the list of dance moves is endless.
The other day I even started dancing to the sound of the ice cream truck. It's getting out of hand. I cannot stop dancing.
I have kept this burden, this secret, hidden from as many people as I could. But no more. I now want you all to know that dancing is not just for fun. It's my way of life.
To better illustrate what I mean I will leave you with this 7 hours long video of Turk from TV show Scrubs dancing to Sugar hill. Enjoy:
