Why I Love Dancers.

I love dance. If you hadn't figured that out already. I really really love it. I also love my dancer friends, and I'm beginning to notice distinctions between them and normal people.

Dancers are stubborn. If they get hurt, they only sit down if it's absolutely necessary. For example, my friend Nikki is falling apart, I swear. And yet, she only sits down when she absolutely needs to. Even when she's got, like, five of us going "Nikki, sit. Down." We do make her be careful. We don't want another panic attack.

Since my dance company is filled with all girls, we talk about EVERYTHING. I'll spare you the details so I don't scar you for life, but think of the most awkward subject possible, and we have probably talked about it. We're also just super awkward around each other all the time. It's hilarious.

I've noticed recently, we all brag about our injuries. And we wear them proudly. I guess other people do this, but seriously. We run around limping and people are like "What's wrong?" And we're like "Oh, just a charlie horse. It'll be fine." Me personally, I think my pinky toes are permanently more red than all the others.

We take pain more lightly than other people do. My drama teacher was talking about shoes for me to wear for the performance. I told her I could wear my jazz shoes. She was asking if they would hurt or give me blisters or anything. I said no, because they don't, but I was thinking "Eh, who cares. It's not like I don't have any already." And honestly, even if they did hurt my feet I'd wear them anyway. Some of my friends too, if something hurts, they dance anyway and ignore the pain. Or the mark it instead of doing it full out. Either way, they never want to sit down.

We see nothing wrong with running around in little tiny clothes. Mostly because we do it all the time. We're always wearing tights and usually shorts, but still. We see nothing wrong with it, even though it might not be socially acceptable. I have on occasion gone into a building wearing my dance clothes not even thinking about it. I got some weird looks. One time, my friend had to remind me to put pants on over my shorts. I was like "..... right. that."

Anyway..... that's all. Nothing too exciting. Just 3 days of every week of my life.

Lisa