Last night I went with Rebecca to the PRISM dance in Kirksville. I went fully expecting to have a good time and dance with my friends.
Well, I danced. Some.
I am just going to make it official. Clubbing is not my thing. I find no appeal in spending hours in a room lit only by strobe lights, bombarded by bass from songs I have never heard before, surrounded by drunken people of varying sexualities who seem to have forgotten the concept of personal space. I spent the entire time wanting to leave or just sit down. But again, these people were drunk and had no inhibitions to sit next to me and try to start a conversation. I usually am not intentionally standoffish, but last night I made an exception.
I could tell that Rebecca was unhappy with me, and I tried to have a good time. But I honestly do not understand the enjoyment people get from this. I mean, seriously, two guys were practically fucking on the dance floor. I tend to shy away from situations where that is socially acceptable. I like dancing and I like spending time with my friends, but when they all want to go onto the dance floor when there is a vast amount of space around it, then the fun starts decreasing. If you have been to one of Jen’s dance parties, you know full well that I spend the majority of the time dancing. But when you add strangers in close quarters, and combine that with the bass and sporadic lighting, I start stressing out and my introversion screams at me to get out as fast as possible.
I think one of the problems is that I really do not dance to songs I do not know or like. Mainly because if I do not know it, I am not sure of when the bass starts, when the chorus ends, those kinds of things. And if I do not like it, then of course I am not going to dance to it. If there was a club that played artists that I actually listened to, then I would be all over that. However, regardless of their dance potential, the artists I listen to are not found on Z107.7 and therefore are not found in clubs.
So next semester I may give it another go, or I may just stay at home and watch a movie instead. I love my friends and I love spending time with them, but at the end of the day I have to look after myself first. If that means offending or disappointing them, then oh well.