i have a crush on john mayer

Last night i went to the sheryl crow / john mayer concert with a dear friend whose company i enjoy a great deal. the concert was great. sheryl crow rocked. not only does she have an amazing voice, is a talented song writer, can play the guitar like nobodies business, but, on a completely superficial level, that girl has arms of steel! rock hard biceps and we love good arms. john mayer was sexier in person than i was expecting. he sang and played beautifully and looked even more beautiful doing it. the problem with going to a concert with a person whose company you enjoy is that its way too loud to actually hold a conversation which kind of sucks. but that's ok because i had fun with them anyways. got bored standing in line for the bathroom so i sent them a text message - hey, i know how to have a good time. at one point during john mayer, i was standing, swaying to the music, and looked down next to me at the person sitting there. yes, that's right, sitting there. just sitting there. sitting. and i thought, how can you just sit there and let this amazing feeling go unfelt? why don't you get up and dance!? now, i cant dance worth s**t but at least i was standing and feeling this amazingly emotional music. what kind of person sits thru that? who IS this person? i bet they are boring. too safe. probably sits around and watches a lot of movies. probably drives a little shiny convertible but doesn't do anything fun in it. probably owns a cat. i got a mental picture of steve carrell in "the 40 year old virgin" with all those toys sealed up and untouched. maybe, just maybe, they aren't even alive, maybe they are dead, right there in the seat next to me. nope, i see breathing. and, in my best "invader zim" voice, i wanted to scream "get up and dance, live your life, be passionate about something!" this person i don't EVEN know was bringing out the absolute worst in me! i was hating them. a lot. hate-ing. "get up and dance, god damn it, cant you see how happy i am dancing here! my life is hard, it isnt what i was hoping for at the present time, but if i at least get up and dance i am happy right here, right now. dancing, even badly, isnt something that has consequences, like jumping out of a plane or anything like that. its just dancing." that's when it dawned on me - i don't know who this person is and it certainly doesn't matter to them who i am, or if i am even here or not. they are bringing out the worst in me so why would they listen to what i have to say about the life-metaphor of getting up and dancing? maybe they are sitting because they are tired from living their life to its fullest. maybe their ideal "happiness" doesn't include dancing a dance or two. after all, i know that this has nothing to do with them and is all about me and right now, in front of them, i am being the worst of me. sitting there is their choice. not a choice i want to make but one certainly cant force dancing on someone else. we all make our own choices and who am i to judge. that's when they shot me a daggered look of total rejection, i was annoying them for standing in front of them, dancing in their personal space. oooppps.