My friend Jennifer told me I was a good dancer but she was a bad friend and a lying ass ho.
I can’t dance. I’m actually a horrible dancer. I like to dance and to this day you can find me in my basement with my headphones in just going off to some sick ass beats. The difference; I’m alone. Why? I know I can’t dance.
I never thought I could dance but me and my two best friends would have a good time dancing together alone in our respective houses and I didn’t need to be insecure because they couldn’t dance either.
Well, one of them could but I won’t say which one. I wouldn’t have danced in front of anyone but those two.
Enter Jennifer and her lies
Anyway, I moved out on my own when I was very young and I often had parties, dance parties. Because I was told I was a good dancer, I would dance. Because she said I was so good I would dance wildly and without care.
I have it on video. It’s terrible. What a liar.
Before you start to tell me that I should always dance like no one is watching, just stop yourself. That’s not true. Some people should only dance when they are sure that no one is watching.