My point is that this relatively harmless fantasy is filled with fear of man, shame, and pride. It is fear of man because I am consumed with what other people might think of my klutziness. It is shame, especially the more secularized version, because I’m not feeling too good about myself. I’m feeling exposed before other people, believing that only a real jerk would be that hopeless on the dance floor. It is pride because I want to be perceived as great — at least in something.
