I can dance for hours at a club, sober even, and not give a crap what anyone thinks. So why is it that when my roommate catches me dancing in the living room I'm embarrassed as all hell? It's my living room. It's my music. And my dancing isn't as...erm...broken robot-esque as it once was.
Besides everyone dances at home, right? Right? *chirping crickets*
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I also sing all the time in public, but I can't do it in front of my family b/c it freaks me out.
Luckily I walked in on him undressing his boyfriend in the living room on the weekend, so we're more than even.