shorty had them apple bottom jeans.

i am never going to be a hip-hop dancer.
when the instructor stands, all he has to do is stand and he looks like a dancer.
his existence is a dance.
my legs are far too long and thin to be a hip-hopper.
normally one wouldn't complain about length and thinness of legs, but right now it sucks.
i had this realization today, along with the fact that i am both too graceful and too clumsy (yes, at the same time) for the badass roughness of hip-hop.
this is a very sad thing to me, and upon understanding this fact, i seriously considered coming home and crying (real tears out of my eyes) for a very long time about it.
now, thinking slightly more rationally, i cannot comprehend what that would accomplish.
of course, there would be the cathartic, purged feeling that accompanies loss (in this case, the loss of my dreams to dance like a pro), but then what?
i will never be a dancer.
that sucks.
the end.