I love dancing. I love dancing so much that I do it almost every damn day. Sometimes, I even do it by myself, when I’m alone, during special private moments. Mostly, though, I feel like dancing should be shared between people: Ideally, people who know and like each other. Or at least people who think that the other person is cool when they spot them across the room, like the way you probably would if you saw Lionel Richie at your cousin’s wedding, or like the way you would hope Lionel Richie would feel about you if he saw you across the room at his cousin’s wedding. “Hey man, that kid looks cool. Let’s dance. Fiesta forever.”
But sometimes, you just don’t feel like dancing. Maybe you’re like, “I hate this song” or, “I haven’t had time to work on my moves” or, “I am wearing the wrong outfit for that dance floor, as everyone else is wearing jeans and t-shirts and I had to come straight from work in a black sequined dress and high-heeled boots.” Whatever it is, it’s okay. You don’t have to dance all the time. Sometimes, despite what MTV tells you, it’s better to save the dancing for when you’re really in the mood.