So often is seems like common sense is dead. That in this world of warning labels not to stop a chainsaw with your genitals, that nothing is off the table. Why would people NEED instructions on basic human functionality? Please see Exhibit A: The Lowly Dance Floor.
While seemingly a benign place for people to dance, at a club or bar. It is in actuality a dangerous quagmire. A forbidden zone of social ineptitude and hapless failures. We’re not even going to touch the series of awful things that happen ON a dance floor, but more importantly, this is your guide, for humanity; on how to navigate a dance floor.
So you’re wondering, why? Why would I or anyone take the time to rant about how to get from one side of a dance floor to the other? Well Billy, (your name is billy for this article) you don’t seem to be able to understand physics, inertia, distance, crowds, and basic puzzle solving skills. In essence, you brought this on yourselves.
Tip Number 1: Don’t.
“Hey I wonder what’s over there!” Says Suzie Dickbrain, to her dyslexic friend Tandy.
“Let’s go find out and see if it’s cooler over there!” warbles Tandy with the tone of an AOL fax/modem.
“Excuse me ladies” comes the cool baritone of the narrator. The girls look up in slight fear and shock. The narration continues.
“Hey, the dance floor consists of a floor, with people dancing. The only thing on the other side of it, is people dancing. Possibly a bar. Basically this is not Magellan straight, this is not the newly unearthed pyramid of a dead prince. This is a club like every other club. You want to know what’s over there? NOTHING. Now shutup and dance.”
Suzie gives a look of disgust and turns to Tandy, grabbing her hand. “We’re leaving!” she shrieks. They set out across the dance floor and simultaneously trip on a broken shot glass and are mauled by wolverines in a sick grimy death.
The first step in figuring out how to cross a dance floor, is asking yourself whether or not you really need to get anywhere. Chances are, you don’t. The bathroom, the bar, the exit, these are all things that MIGHT justify crossing the dance floor or going somewhere. Everything else is your drunken hubris. Stop it.
Which brings us to –
Tip Number 2: Edges
So you’ve gone ahead and ignored the first 3 rules of fight club and you’re gonna cross that floor. You need to get from point A to point B. Correct?
Your tiny brain that evolved from monkeys (yes sorry, god made evolution to trick you), can’t do a lot of thinking. After all it’s noisy. So you spot your destination, 30 yards away and you set out to reach it. Your mind remembers 3rd grade math, where the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. So off you go, with a sense of rightness and correctness. 20 minutes later, you have pissed off roughly 1838 people, stepped on 40 sets of pumps, caught an elbow to the throat, spilled your drink and you still can’t find the bathroom. How, did this happen?
Well, despite the fact that, as the crow flies, a straight line would be the best idea. You are in no way a crow. Although you are technically an ape. Lesser known fact, the modernized ape-human hybrid, does NOT fly. Unless you are currently wearing the jetpack from Rocketeer (and if you are, call me), you have already failed this step.
You see, there’s one big problem. There’s a crowd. A full blown orgy of gyrating, sweating, happy people. Getting their goddamned funk on. They’re all in your way. How rude!? The secret here is “Edges” you see, people gather in the center of room. Deep down we’re all crowd driven, social miasmas of order and chaos. We congregate, we collect, we absorb. The path of the least resistance is in fact, around the crowd. Yes it’s longer, but yes it’s faster. It’s also roughly 3999 times less fucking annoying for everyone involved.
Tip Number 3: The Repercussions
As anyone at a crowded dance club or party can attest. You’re there probably to dance, drink, and have a good time. The only thing that could ruin this is if someone interferes with one of these 3 sacred goals. The only way anyone could interfere would be to literally physically stop you. Got it? So when you and your 3 cute friends tear off across the dance floor and push right through the middle. You are literally pushing human beings. You are jostling peoples drinks, you are invading peoples carefully chosen space. You are essentially hitting CTRL-Z on their fun. You Billy, are a complete dickwad.
Let’s do a pretty picture diagram:
As you can see here, there’s a way to fuck up everyone’s mojo and way to quietly get where you’re going.
So let’s do a quick review.
- I need to cross the dance floor = No, you don’t.
- No really I need the bathroom = okay go around.
- No I’m an entitled prick and I want to just get what I want right now. I’m just gonna bust through the middle = WTF?
- Murder.
It’s really that simple. You are not important, you’re not more important than anyone else. If you were hit by a bus tomorrow the amount of people that would mourn you is less than the amount of people you offended last night. In essence, more people are happy that you’re dead, than upset that you’re not alive. You’ve already hit karmic overload.
People. Please. Next time you need to get from one side of a club, a bar, a dance floor, to the other. Just look for the path of LEAST resistance and be polite. The people who have already gotten there, that are having a good time and dancing. They don’t have an agenda, they’re just having fun. You swoop in your deadlines and your shitty friends and your frequent bathroom trips, you’re fucking up everyone’s Christmas. Go around, or better yet, shut up and dance.