Dancing is second nature to me. It's something I do as I am singing, sewing, watching tv, talking on the phone, whatever. Music, or even just the implication of music - like someone clapping their hands - will make me move without even realizing it. On the dance floor, I'm not self-conscious. Just happy and feeling normal when mindlessly moving about. When I'm really amping it up, I feel kinda sexy. I don't care what's playing, I'm always bouncing around to something.
Thank you...
Related: do you care if someone's a good dancer? Do you find it attractive? I used to think I cared until I finally danced with my bf of 5 years. I loved him and it was absolutely endearing but not unlike seeing the making of sausage.
I can relate. I never understood why anyone gave a shit what anyone else was doing... until I took my INTP out for a spin. I really don't know how to put this into words. I don't know how he feels, but when he balls up his fists and thrusts his long, spidery limbs out into the space around him, he must feel some sort of pride. He's not the kind of guy who can blend in with a crowd anyway, so to swing his body wildly like that, he must really enjoy being seen. But at the same time, there must be an element of self-consciousness. His cold, empty eyes lay fixed on mine at all times.
I try to shake him by spinning around or changing rhythms, but his focused stare never wavers as he follows me around, never letting up - all while gesticulating wildly. If I try to back away to the left, he'll awkwardly stomp one leg 3 feet to the left while punching straight up in the air, and remain fixed and focused and intense on my pupils. There is no joy in his eyes, just determination. It always throws me off and makes me want to cry out of fear. It feels way too claustrophobic and nauseating, like I can't claim my own space in my own brain.
*unrelated: perhaps I should start an NF thread on this. I randomly polled three of my friends (who happened to be ENFxs) and some interesting patterns emerged: most of us feel more connected with our true selves when dancing; we often dive straight into the most crowded part of the dancefloor as soon as we walk in to a room where dancing is going on; and a few of us admitted to scrambling, billygoat style, to the highest point in the room and dancing alone on top of whatever we could find (speaker, pillar, support beam, etc.) for an odd strain of extrovert: the isolated exhibitionist. Also known as the uninvited go-go dancer.
Can also very much relate, except for the crunchy "true self" thing... I always feel like my true self.
(to you both)
