There Is No Shame In Getting Down On The Dance Floor, Ever

There Is No Shame In Getting Down On The Dance Floor, Ever

Letting loose in front of everyone I know is a regular thing for me at social events.

Do you ever go to events and wonder why there is always that one crazy person dancing a little too much? That person who isn’t afraid to break a hip on the dance floor is me.

Although I can be a shy person when I first meet someone new, my entire personality changes once I step foot on any sort of dance area. I love dancing (like a lot) and for some reason, I forget about everything when I start losing it.

Nothing is in my way when I am out there, and I begin to stop caring about what others think about me. It is fun to make others laugh, encourage them to get out of their comfort zone, and potentially make some new friends while I am at it.

Ever since I was tiny, you could ask my family and they’ll tell you that I was always dancing around the house anytime I heard music from the TV, stereo, etc.

I have always had a special place in my heart for dancing, even while knowing I am not the best at it. I know I am not a professional and I don’t care. When I hear any sort of music, I have to put whatever is in my hand down and go at it.

I think I do this because I love entertaining others. Putting a smile on someone else’s face is what I live for, and if I have to dance until I’m sore to do it, I will.

I find myself not caring about what others think of me while I make myself look like a complete fool because I realize almost every time I’m out there that life is short.

If you want to have a good time, then do it. Nothing is holding you back but yourself, and to overcome yourself, get out of your comfort zone! Embarrass yourself every once in awhile just for the heck of it because it is ok to do it.

I love dancing too so for me, I have no choice but to get out there on the dance floor and express my gratitude toward the music I hear.

Imagine that you are at the grocery store and you see your favorite kind of desert that you just can’t resist. You have no choice but to pick it up because it is your favorite and you drop it in your shopping cart.

For me, your favorite desert is my dance floor. When i see it, I have no choice but to get on it and dance.

Dancing on the dance floor at any social gathering is also an excellent ice breaker. I get questions all the time, most consisting of, “Where did you learn to move like that?” and “Teach me how to whip like you!” by every adult older than me.

It is something that I am proud of and I am not afraid to write or talk about it. Heck, I’ll even show you my sweet moves the next time I see you at a social event with a dance floor. It will be fun!

Thank you for tuning in to this weeks article and I hope you too can face any fear, hate, or awkwardness you have toward the dance floor. Once you do, you will love getting down with all of your friends and/or family by the end of the night!

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11 Things Psychology Majors Hear That Drive Them Crazy

No pun intended.

We've all been there. You're talking to a new acquaintance, or a friend of your parents, or whoever. And then, you get the dreaded question.

"So what are you studying in school?"

Cue the instant regret of picking Psychology as your major, solely for the fact that you are 99.9% likely to receive one of the slightly comical, slightly cliche, slightly annoying phrases listed below. Don't worry though, I've included some responses for you to use next time this comes up in conversation. Because it will.

Quick side note, these are all real-life remarks that I've gotten when I told people I was a psych major.

Here we go.

1. So are you, like, analyzing me right now?

Well, I wasn't. But yeah. Now I am.

2. Ugh so jealous! You picked the easy major.

"Lol" is all I have to say to this one. I'm gonna go write my 15-page paper on cognitive impairment. You have fun with your five college algebra problems, though!

3. So can you tell me what you think is wrong with me? *Shares entire life story*

Don't get me wrong; I love listening and helping people get through hard times. But we can save the story about how one time that one friend said that one slightly rude comment to you for later.

4. Well, s**t, I have to be careful what I say around you.

Relax, pal. I couldn't diagnose and/or institutionalize you even if I wanted to.

5. OMG! I have the perfect first client for you! *Proceeds to vent about ex-boyfriend or girlfriend*

Possible good response: simply nod your head the entire time, while actually secretly thinking about the Ben and Jerry's carton you're going to go home and demolish after this conversation ends.

6. So you must kind of be like, secretly insane or something to be into Psychology.

Option one: try and hide that you're offended. Option two: just go with it, throw a full-blown tantrum, and scare off this individual, thereby ending this painful conversation.

7. Oh. So you want to be a shrink?

First off, please. Stop. Calling. Therapists. Shrinks. Second, that's not a psych major's one and only job option.

8. You know you have to go to grad school if you ever want a job in Psychology.

Not completely true, for the record. But I am fully aware that I may have to spend up to seven more years of my life in school. Thanks for the friendly reminder.

9. So you... want to work with like... psychopaths?

Let's get serious and completely not-sarcastic for a second. First off, I take personal offense to this one. Having a mental illness does not classify you as a psycho, or not normal, or not deserving of being treated just like anyone else on the planet. Please stop using a handful of umbrella terms to label millions of wonderful individuals. It's not cool and not appreciated.

10. So can you, like, read my mind?

It actually might be fun to say yes to this one. Try it out and see what happens. Get back to me.

11. You must be a really emotional person to want to work in Psychology.

Psychology is more than about feeling happy, or sad, or angry. Psychology is about understanding the most complex thing to ever happen to us: our brain. How it works the way it does, why it works the way it does, and how we can better understand and communicate with this incredibly mysterious, incredibly vast organ in our tiny little skull. That's what psychology is.

So keep your head up, psychology majors, and don't let anyone discourage you about choosing, what is in my opinion, the coolest career field out there. The world needs more people like us.

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What's worth more than red roses?


Five years old and a bouquet of roses rested in her hands. The audience-- clapped away her performance, giving her a standing ovation. She's smiling then because everything made sense, her happiness as bright as the roses she held in her hands.

Fifteen now, and a pile of papers rested on her desk. The teachers all smiled when she walked down the aisle and gave them her presentation. She was content then but oh so stressed, but her parents happy she had an A as a grade, not red on her chest.

Eighteen now and a trail of tears followed her to the door. Partying, and doing some wild things, she just didn't know who she was. She's crying now, doesn't know anymore, slamming her fists into walls, pricking her fingers on roses' thorns.

Twenty-one and a bundle of bills were grasped in her hands. All the men-- clapped and roared as she sold her soul, to the pole, for a dance. She's frowning now because everything went wrong, but she has to stay strong, for rich green money, is worth more than red roses.

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