Occasionally, frequent occasions or otherwise, we experience mental restrictions imposed upon us by the mere imagination of others perception(s) of us. What conclusions the masses would draw if we show who/what we truly are.
What we sometimes fail to remember is the fact that no one cares. Sane people would not want to fuck with someone walking in the middle of the road or screaming their lungs out or laughing a little too weirdly. They might spare you a glace but believe me, their footsteps would quicken, not wanting your attention to fall on them.
You might be wondering; why the fuck am I talking about this right now? The answe is simple. I want to remind you to dance.
Dance like no one is watching and if you find their eyes on you, keep dancing. Cheers.