Whether a spontaneous stint or knowingly pried out of you (think Julka at Chiberian Olympics), when it is time to lose yourself to dance, you do. With limited reservation, you people groove to the beat of whatever tickles your fancy.
If you prefer to dance along to Britney Spears remixes (Nick), then you let it be. If you spend your office music hours listening to random old school radio shows, cheers to you (Zach).
When I say dance, it's less along the lines of moving your body to a beat and more in tune with letting loose what is inside of you. Whether beautifying magazine models into zombie-like creatures or being obsessed with bento boxes & sad, dark movies (Julka), you dance. And when you do... things get funky. Sometimes it is all about dancing on your own- being the Spotify expert, the shoe snob, the restaurant critic, the office jean guru, or the one knowledgeable on the psychological state of runners.
And other times, you dance as a cohesive posse--together in awe of a coded color-infused cloud, a badass soccer billboard, or a hand crafted coffee table (Olivia). A group verification that raw kale chips suck, Japanese rice cookies are unreal, and the time is now to continue thinking about it all just a bit differently.
Dear ChIDEO,
Please don't lose that unique & refreshing funk.