snoot

dear diary,

they sit for hours. arrive with hope and smiles. dance perhaps once. their faces darken. then they leave.

are the people who dance, and who do not invite the "sitters," unfriendly, or worse, snooty????

i am one of them. i don't invite. i used to...

i guess you will judge me badly. but you see, i have danced with them in the past. they were not comfortable, not enjoyable, not fun.

lomyl tells me that it's a mistake to want everyone to like me...

3 comments:

Frank said...

me too me too

well I try - some days I have good days others not so good.I check in occasionally to see if they have changed. But usually ... life's just too short isnt it?

Anonymous said...

Well,you danced with them and it didn't work out. Sounds fair enough for me.
I always accept dance from people I have never dance with, then I will decide if I ever want to dance with them again. I suppose it sounds a little brutal but generally the decision process is not that's clear: at one point I just know that I don't want to dance with them again.
GaL

Bella Durmiente said...

Twelve months ago I was one of the sitters. Having just taken up tango I was shy and clumsy and probably quite tense. A handful of people kept asking me to dance, however - the Tango Terriers, always friendly and curious. Without them I might have given up. Now months have passed and suddenly I'm getting lots of dances; the Snoot Squad has mysteriously shrunk in numbers. Yes, I'm eternally grateful to the Terriers (they are vital to the community) but I have begun to understand the Snoot position, too: I rarely refuse people but I no longer want to dance with absolutely everybody either. All I can say is it really pays off to just stick with it however dismal it gets at times. One day they'll have no excuse not to dance with you...