Crazy Confession: Part 3

Hello again!

So here is my third crazy confession (for some reason all of my confessions have to do with music...weird).

I am that person. I get into my car when I am driving all alone, turn up the radio as loud as my ears can stand, and I dance. I will be at stop lights and see people staring, but I don't care. This is weird, because if you know me I am not a dancer. I am the awkward person at parties who kind of sways back and forth. For some reason though, I am willing to make a fool out of myself when I am alone in my car.

Here is the song that I was rocking out to tonight while in the drive thru at Sonic (Half-priced Shakes after 8!):

This all being said, I typically do not dance when people are in the car with me or when I am in another person's car. So don't expect me to dance on demand. I won't do it. But also do not be surprised if I start dancing. Just saying...

Maybe this isn't the craziest confession. I am hoping that people come forward saying that they do it too, otherwise I will feel like I am the only weird one out there.

That is my crazy confession tonight! Have a wonderful day.
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