I had polio as a child and have one short leg. That doesn’t mean I can’t dance. It means I’m not the most coordinated of people, so trying to translate physical movement into something graceful is challenging for me. I just never learned anything like that, even as a child playing by myself.
But the biggest reason I avoid dancing is because I’m very much an introvert, and doing anything that draws attention to me like that is painful. I’m even embarrassed to dance around in my own living room by myself. If I’m not good at something, I don’t like doing it and I don’t like people seeing it. Maybe this is one of the times that I cross the line between introvert and shy. I’m a shy introvert when it comes to dancing. No matter how you define it, it translates into a fate almost worse than death. I’d rank it right up there with having a root canal or a tooth pulled. Actually, I think I’d rather go to the dentist than have to dance around looking like a fool.
I’m content to be an observer of the dance.
Written in response to the WordPress daily prompt, Let’s Dance.
Hi. I’m Chris. I’m an introvert. Look for my ongoing series debunking the introvert myths (Sunday) and introvert cartoons (Wednesday), plus anything else interesting that I find in the meantime. Come and share with like-minded introverts. I also contribute to the new food blog Three’s Cooking, learning to cook from the heart, for the soul.