I think my ironic dancing has become my regular dancing. I realized this when I was at a New Years Day party. I was dancing with my hands above my head and my body was moving in a way I didn't recognize. I was doing "joke moves" with a straight face and I'm not sure for how long. Now, I'm not the best dancer, but I'm no dud on the dance floor either. I come from a long line if rug-cutters and shape-pullers, so I can't explain it. And, I know it's hard to distinguish real from fake dancing when you're having fun, but I was having a
terrible time, so there's no excuse. I dunno, maybe I'm some kinda wereweird. I think I could handle it if there's the possibility that I could pass it on to a "normie" next fool moon.
I had a similar thing happen once with my general sarcasm. This was back in high school, and my friend was playing a song he had recently discovered for our enjoyment. A minute into it, I go, "This is a good song," in a tone of voice that made it sound like it was anything but. He looked at my, confused and possibly a bit hurt, and said, "...It is."
ReplyDeleteI was even taken aback by my own sarcasm, "...I know. I was trying to be serious."
Needless to say, I've since toned down the sass. Could you imagine what I was like before?
i've only known you sans sass, so i think if i got a barb from you present day, i would cry.
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