Friday, April 15, 2011

You can dance if you want to. You can leave your friends behind, cuz your friends don't dance and if they don't dance they're no friends of mine.

I can't help it. I'm miffed. So I will vent here.

I can't go to a Christian dance party and dance with a guy, apparently. There are rules announced at the beginning of every Christian dance party to which I have been. It is usually said that it is encouraged to not dance with the opposite sex, not dance too close to each other, or not dance with the opposite sex period.

This bugs me. All they need to say is "no dirty dancing". That's it. Leave the rest to us because, hey, we gotta learn where to draw the line by ourselves at some point. We are all adults here.

I am allowed to be 21. I am allowed to be a woman. I am allowed to dance with a man.

Life can be so sad and choking in the Christian world. I'm at a place where I want to just say "I love Jesus" instead of labeling myself a Christian, because there are so many unspoken, or spoken rules about how to be a Christian. A lady I met tonight was chatting me up and asked if I went to church anywhere. I said no. She asked if I was raised in church. I said yes. She said, "So now you don't go?" I said yes, unapologetically. She said, "Oh okay, I get it." She didn't get it at all, which wasn't her fault. I had not offered any explanation. I wasn't angry at her, but I realized in that moment that I didn't give a rat's tail what she thought about me.

That's it. I think I narrowed it down nicely without ranting on and on forever. I don't want to be bitter, but this is how I feel.

(Disclaimer: I don't have anything against attending church regularly. I don't have anything against dancing solo. But, please, let me do these things because I feel led to and not out of obligation.)


  1. This blog thingy needs a like button.

  2. "Don't dance like that anymore..."