Some people dance when they are drunk. Some people dance as a profession. Some people dance on other people's laps. Some people dance like their grandfather owns the dance floor. Some people dance to attract the opposite sex. Some people just can't dance for nuts but dance anyway.
Dancing is not reserved only for night spots and discoteques....and in my personal opinion, dancing is not restricted by age either! I loathe to think that the society would deem an aging (ahem!) mother of two incapable of dancing or worse yet, SHOULD NOT dance simply because....
When I am out partying, sure I dance. When the mood hits me, the dance floor is mine. And i don't dance like the youngsters, shake her, booty there, gyrate here, rub there (OK, OK, OK. Maybe got a little bit lah....what!!?? Cannot ah? It's the trend these days lah. You expect me to go night spot and point sky, point floor like John Travolta?) just so that they can attract the hamsem (handsome) young bloke with washboard abs. I dance because the beat got to me.
And I tell you, if piano-playing is a major stress-buster for me, dancing is an even bigger one. It's good too because it oils up those creaky parts of my body that I never knew were creaking. You should hear my ligaments snap and crackle when I move, man. Comes with sitting down for an extended period of time...or standing.....or sitting. Whatever! Boy, I tell you, my parts really DO really DO really DO need oiling. But after I dance around the hall when my kids are asleep....or dance in the kitchen with my Hitz.fm blaring through, I feel rejuvenated.
Hey, you should try it too, you know. If you don't think your skills would earn you points with the opposite sex, then dance at home? The plant can't see you and the walls don't talk.