is this the center?

Saturday night was reserved for reading a few poems you might think, but really for dancing like an absolute fool. the right music was put on and I turned into an absolute freak. for a moment there I was the center of attention, because I broke away from my reserved nature and became like this animal in someone’s living room, and plus everyone (besides me) was all drunk. the dancing on my part was obnoxious because I figure if I can’t really dance (I never have seriously) then I should make a joke out of it and do something like . . . instead of dancing to the beat for a moment, just spin in circles. then stop and spin the other way. that’s the kind of obnoxious style I’m talking about. and I got on the ground and flailed my legs like I was on a tread mill. other tactics, which were not used, are to jump around the dance floor like a leap frog, or to just do a lot of jumping. and so on, until you lose your breath, and then, as it goes, you’re no longer in the center any more.