god jr III

He was only dancing because he didn't want to deal with thinking about whether he should be dancing while sitting at home thinking about conspiracies and weird abstractions but the reality is he didn't have a choice. He was thinking and he was dancing but he was more thinking than dancing, so when he looked out and saw things he was suddenly this weird voyeur.

His brain was always trying to generalize everything--the more experienced, the more precise he would be, which was useful here and there--but he had trouble for particulars and immediates and non-extrapolations. But he would still be ruminating about all these perverse quasi-realizations as most people were looking to crotch it up. He was old enough to feel something more than different.

He decided to just feel better, which made him a douche. He would insist that he was always aware of that, as to not be vulnerable to the lowly's consciousness. Everything being a mere order of his all consuming brain, and he tried his best to not be delusional but all he ended up doing was being the dick who had to contradict everything.

He used to just contradict himself, which made him that little insecure kid who thought too much--and it would still show up here and there. Dance floor protocol was major. The age of chivalry was dead the current time decidedly was fucking its skull, meaning that dance partners on dance floors were decided by ratios of sobriety and the proclivity of crotches.

He was never drunk enough to be entirely suggestible meaning he had to deal with the staggering question of 'Wait did her butt just slip there or is she coming on to me?' And he wasn't one to deal with the crisis cause that meant being vulnerable so he just pretended he was dancing for some weird spiritual purpose which made him an arrogant douche.

That being said, he was one of the few people on the dance floor that could journey past the sentiment 'this song sucks' and give you a reason why. That being said, most people would rather hear another damn song.