What Are You Lookin' At?

This is a very serious matter that I think requires some attention... from me, at the very least.  

There are few things in this life as effective as 'Dancing It Out'. 

Have you ever really listened to the lyrics of Vogue?  They are absolutely unquestionable therapy for those who don't have insurance and need to ditch some depression.  Of course, they should be heard as is intended for such a session- in your bedroom, at full blast, while you dance to them in your underwear.

 

Dancing triggers an endorphin release.  When you're lonely, depressed about being sick, or sad about really anything, dancing will make you feel better.  I freaking guarantee it.  Pick something fast and catchy, or something that you can sing along with into a hairbrush [please, don't think I hadn't assumed that you already do].  When you feel like lying on the floor and crying- which I admit happens regularly when I'm not doing well- you sort of have to force yourself to cheer up.  You'll bring your spirits to a place where, I promise, you'll be thankful to yourself for doing so.

Not to mention, we let our inner bad-asses out when no one's watching.  When I'm [most likely very clumsily] stomping around my apartment to music, I'm not sick.  I'm sexy.  I'm happy.  I feel good.  And no one has to see me making a fool of myself, so when I actually can go out dancing, I will feel so confident that I won't care if they do.  

Surely, this is because I am a crip walking master.  

 

Um, people are still doing that, right?