I’ve done this dance a number of times…the moves are sometimes the same…but slightly different. Perfected with each iteration.
But something’s changed this time. The song has changed. And yet, I’m still doing the same dance.

And it’s working. I think it’s working. But should I really be doing this dance for a different song? I shouldn’t be.

I know I shouldn’t be…but…the dance is fun. I enjoy it, if not for what I do the dance for, but for the sheer enjoyment of busting out the old moves and seeing if they still work.

What I’m wondering is….how many more times am I going to dance this dance? The song that this dance is for is over…I really shouldn’t be doing it ever again. But some times…when the right opportunity comes up, I wonder if I’ll be able to withhold the dance in me or not. I don’t really want to dance…but some times, it’s just too much damn fun.

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The word “dance” has lost all meaning to me.
Also, dance is a metaphor. I don’t really enjoy dancing that much.

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Or do I?

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no.