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I think this is day 8. I can't tell.
Today was not a good day (at least so far) so I am too cranky to dare write much.
The one-armed asshole from New York was abusive to one of our new Plus dancer today so that started me off badly. Every year he manages to get someone so upset that they consider never dancing again, and that is just people in my club. He seems to think people don't like him because he has one arm, but that is so far down the list of reason people don't like him that it hardly even registers.
Then I made the mistake of going to the Dance By Definition( DBD) tip in the Plus level hall. DBD stresses me out since I get really stressed when I screw up, but I try to force myself to do it anyway since I want to be a strong dancer. Well. No more. I keep forgetting that DBD dancing brings out all the people with control issues who think they know everything. We squared up and everything crashed every time. There were several weaker dancers in the square, so that did not help, but while frustrating, that just is. What was bad was the woman who was sure she knew everything who kept pushing people (usually into the wrong place) and then when we square back up made sure to (incorrectly) assign blame for what went wrong. She commented that in 17 years of dancing she had never been in a successful DBD tip. My reaction time is not great when I am concentrating and the other dancer are wandering around, and this woman decided that I was the retarded one and the sourced of all the problems in the square. Did I mention that she was my corner? Anyway, the caller gets us into a Z formation and calls (of course) Peel the Top. I peel and she grabs my hand and tries to make me turn 3/4. I completely lost my temper and screamed at her, "what the F*ck are you doing!?! that's not where I go!" Fortunately it was the signer. My concentration was completely blown but I stumbled through the rest of it rather than bursting into tears and running from the hall. I did go sit in the lobby for the rest of the hour. It was too late to burst into tears but I probably would have felt better if I had. It is nearly 3 hours later and I still don't care if I ever square dance again. At the very least I will never do DBD again.
A funny thing happened today too though. Just before the club picture, Keith passed the Club Megalomaniac bar on. To me. Yeesh. No wonder I am tired all the time.
The one-armed asshole from New York was abusive to one of our new Plus dancer today so that started me off badly. Every year he manages to get someone so upset that they consider never dancing again, and that is just people in my club. He seems to think people don't like him because he has one arm, but that is so far down the list of reason people don't like him that it hardly even registers.
Then I made the mistake of going to the Dance By Definition( DBD) tip in the Plus level hall. DBD stresses me out since I get really stressed when I screw up, but I try to force myself to do it anyway since I want to be a strong dancer. Well. No more. I keep forgetting that DBD dancing brings out all the people with control issues who think they know everything. We squared up and everything crashed every time. There were several weaker dancers in the square, so that did not help, but while frustrating, that just is. What was bad was the woman who was sure she knew everything who kept pushing people (usually into the wrong place) and then when we square back up made sure to (incorrectly) assign blame for what went wrong. She commented that in 17 years of dancing she had never been in a successful DBD tip. My reaction time is not great when I am concentrating and the other dancer are wandering around, and this woman decided that I was the retarded one and the sourced of all the problems in the square. Did I mention that she was my corner? Anyway, the caller gets us into a Z formation and calls (of course) Peel the Top. I peel and she grabs my hand and tries to make me turn 3/4. I completely lost my temper and screamed at her, "what the F*ck are you doing!?! that's not where I go!" Fortunately it was the signer. My concentration was completely blown but I stumbled through the rest of it rather than bursting into tears and running from the hall. I did go sit in the lobby for the rest of the hour. It was too late to burst into tears but I probably would have felt better if I had. It is nearly 3 hours later and I still don't care if I ever square dance again. At the very least I will never do DBD again.
A funny thing happened today too though. Just before the club picture, Keith passed the Club Megalomaniac bar on. To me. Yeesh. No wonder I am tired all the time.