i can't answer that poll, really. at a club, i'll only dance if i'm drunk. in my room, i'm dancing all the time. when i'm listening to my minidiscs on the bus, i'll tap my feet and shuffle in my seat a bit. it all depends on context!
i do comedy dancing to silly songs until i get told off.
i'm such a meanie, aren't i?
I answered that my feet almost always start tapping, which is true, but I've got pretty good at doing this on the inside.
I dance like a dork, I know that, it's not what anyone would call subtle, but I like to think that I can manage to be mostly in time. However since I have moved back to little old Christchurch I have noticed that I dance less when I am at parties or clubs. I just don't seem to fit in, hell, at one club (note this is a bar that plays a lot of nu-metal and suchlike) I got asked to tone down my dancing or I'd be kicked out. This was on an almost empty floor at 10 at night, well before it became crowded and the chances of me hitting someone went up.
My favorite people at clubs are the ones who dance like dorks, but with the beat. It's the reason I'm glad the gothy club I always went to in Austin had no dress code. I lived for the one guy in light-colored clothes who danced like he obviously didn't give a fuck.
Yay! Then you like me, you really, really like me! Complete dork, but I gots me some rhythm. *curtsies*
Strange. Maybe people are less inhibited in LA. Or more drunk. :-P
Actually, the only times I don't feel like dancing are at clubs. I have to be feeling it to get up and dance on an actual dance floor.
True. I get fussier about which songs I'll dance to when I'm at a club. I may tap my feet all night, but getting out on the dance floor will only happen when I hear a song I like. I'll get out there even if no one else is around.
Gods, yes. I dance around the apartment going from point A to point B. I move my feet and shoulders when I'm doing dishes. I used to dance around the lab and, later, my office. Just this evening, I found myself bopping along with the music at the restaurant. And I will dance to damned near anything. The only radio station we got in the lab was a top 40 station and I'd dance around to things that I despised. Sing along with as well. That made me cringe. A little part of my inner child died every time I sang (and danced) along with Britney(sp?) Spears.
I seat-dance in my office all the time. I forget that other people are here. Fortunately, they're all hunched over staring into their computer screens, so it doesn't matter anyway.
My commiserations about the Britney Spears thing. There's this Usher song that's really popular in London that I can't stand. Doesn't stop me from dancing to it every time I hear it. Feh.
and I had to make a conscious effort not to start walking in time to the beat.
Oh, but whos gonna know? When I walk someplace (if, rather I rarely walk much of anywhere anymore, alas) and theres any kind of rhythmic stimulus, my pace adjusts to match it. Even if there isnt any, I walk to the beat of whatever is playing in my head. Nobody else is going to notice; and if they do, so what? Its socially acceptable to have rhythm, anyway.
<tangent>And I somehow manage to avoid most cracks while Im at it. Funny, it isnt really a conscious phenomenon anymore; someone could do a mathematical study about how or why its not necessary to radically adjust the length of your pace to avoid stepping on a crack, regardless of the distance between any two.</tangent>
You know, I was a meticulous/subconscious avoider of pavement cracks from childhood. Then I moved to London and became more interested in avoiding spilled lager, loogies and puddles of vomit. I step on the cracks these days.
Heh. I was in a supermarket here the other day, and the linoleum was a semi-random pattern of foot-a-side black and white squares. There were a lot more white squares than black ones. A little boy, about five years old, had decided he could only step on the black squares. He was all sweaty and out of breath from the flying leaps he was having to take.
plus, there are too many cracks in london. i am afraid for people with OCDs if they have to walk on the cobbled streets.
I've learned to restrain myself, but my impulse is to move whenever there is a rhythm.
I've learned to restrain myself
You're a step ahead of me. I imagine it's probably rather embarrassing to be out in public with me sometimes.
My mother always says, when you have two left feet, it's simply safer for all parties concerned that you stay seated.
My secret ambition is to be a broadway star. It's all I can do not to break into song as well ;)
Hey, go for it. Forget this science business. It doesn't pay.
We're allowed to play music at work, so occasionally I'll get up and shake my booty. Not what you'd call real dancing, but it's nice to get moving, instead of sitting on my ass all day.
Ha, very cool. I have one former labmate who's also pretty extroverted. When we were working together, we'd play music in our basement lab and dance around.
...I should probably qualify that. Pretty extroverted for a scientist.
i love to dance, and i don't think i'm great at dancing, but most times i don't care about that. i'm from the caribbean, so it's very natural for us to start to at least tap our feet when any type of beat is playing. yup, that includes the terrible songs as well. excuse the lack of proper capitalization, spelling, grammer and punctuation, i'm tired (went on my first trip out of london this weekend - scotland)
My boyfriend is Puerto Rican, so I know what you're talking about. The Filipinos are the same way - my dad is Filipino, so I guess that's where I got it from.
No worries about punctuation. I read your Scotland entries, it sounds like you had a whirlwind trip. We drove around some of the same areas of the midlands when we went there in March. BTW, the hairy cows are Kyloes (pronounced "KYE-lees," from what I understand). They look like despondent mops, don't they?
Hah, that's what they are called! I think they are cute tho. I wish I got to take pictures of the kyloes :(