Day 4: Dancing

(365 days of writing prompts)

Huwaw. Dancing? And me? Apocalyptic.

Something that can only be brought about by the end of civilization. Cosmic forces. Or gin. 😂

I can do a move or two but nothing like the ones worth posting.

I believe I've lost that confidence genome somewhere along my growth spurt.

My youth was a different story. Being on stage was second nature to me.

I loved being called for practices, attending rehearsals, and memorizing speeches. Made me feel proper special, you see.

I think since I had a hard time making friends, those performances made me feel like I belong and gave me something to look forward to at school.

My inhibitions left the building while I was on stage and I loved it.

As I grew older, I leaned more into singing since I could blend in with the choir and not have a panic attack each time a solo performance was required.

I no longer grabbed microphones nor volunteered to be front and center.

This made me realize that to be young was to be unapologetically confident.

Youth gave us a phase to be our inner divas, peer pressure be damned.

Growing up, you either own it all the more or completely lose it, only to be rediscovered at the most alcohol-induced times of your life.

As for dancing in itself, the only kind I think I could ever relate to would have to be the simplest steps known to man or the sweet, slow dances just like the movies. Plus, I'd have to be so intoxicated to even shed a glimmer of confidence to do that. No guarantees, though, that it would be pretty sight.

This topic is so hard to write about personally because I have zero flow. 😅

You can see the struggle as you read this but I'm pushing myself to keep going.

I have no idea which puns to use, which directions to take, which side to explore.

I feel like a student taking the longest route possible to reach an essay's word count in an exam.

As I write this, only one song plays on repeat for hopes of inspiring me to come up with an anecdote connected to dancing but nada.

Starting to wish I skipped this writing prompt but that would be cheating and I'm trying to trust the process.

For what it's worth, I hope this is, at the least, mildly entertaining for the kind soul miraculously reading padin my blog. Biglang nag-tagalog? LOL. Daming alam ng naglista ng writing prompts na 'to! Struggle is real. For the non-pinoys, translate at your own risk. 😜

Before more damage can be done to this already crumbling blog entry, I have to end this now.

Forgive me for the worst writing of my life. This is just not up my alley.

Dancing and Maddy just don't mix.

I could've written more about aliens than dan-freakin-cing.

Disclaimer: I don’t choose the titles.  They are generated randomly.