Halloween
The wife and I are invited to a Halloween party tonight. There will likely be dancing.
My dancing career was quite short. In high school and college I didn't dance for fear of looking like a fool. People pointed out that it didn't really matter how anyone looked and I was missing out on a lot of fun. I was unconvinced.
In one of my first jobs out of college I went on a pub crawl with a bunch of coworkers many of whom were attractive older (than me) married women. We ended up in a bar dark enough so you couldn't really see anyone else. Bizarre Love Triangle was being pumped onto the crowded dance floor. Three of these women came over to where I was standing and without negotiation dragged me onto the dance floor and began dancing. The sense of outright terror I would have normally felt was muted by the alcohol. Bizarre Love Triangle is one of those songs that has zip in the way of musical subtlety -- it is impossible not to understand how to move one's body in time with the music. Aside from being married, the women around me were senior to me at work (and in many cases way smarter.) I felt no need to impress anyone. In a single moment I felt years of repression fall away. I was free! I was flying! I was dancing!
For several years I would go dancing regularly, sometimes at parties, but on several occasions going out to a club with a group of friends. I always took the necessary safety precaution of getting drunk first. Those were good years and I allowed myself to believe that I could dance.
At some point I was in a well lit not-so-crowded bar with one of my brothers. I recall that we were dancing with two girls who didn't seem to want to talk with us after the music stopped. I hadn't really felt the music to be honest. Walking home from the bar my brother turned to me and said, "What was that?"
"What was what?"
"That arrhythmic lurching thing you did? Did you pull a hamstring? People were just staring at you."
At that point I underwent a spiritual and emotional contraction so rapid that I felt it physically. My joints lost substantial range of motion, my muscles became slow and sludgy. I felt like I had put on a dark heavy cloak of humiliation. Ever since then most attempts at dancing have been abortive unpleasant endeavors. Some part of my brain screams "No!" exactly out of sync with the music. My body feels slow, oversized, awkward and out of place. The music always too complicated for me to keep up with. The loss isn't that I don't get to do something I used to love doing, but that watching other people dance makes me realize that I've allowed fear to reclaim a place in my psyche.
In addition all I can think of are terrible, terrible costume ideas. So far I've got: Nevada, porridge, Ari Fleischer and homotopy invariance.
