Sometimes, the non-dancers of the world ask us questions that we’re not entirely sure how to answer. These should be simple questions – but somehow our addiction makes them so difficult to answer. “What did you do last night?” Verbal Answer: “I… went dancing. Again.” Internally: I need a life. But… dance is life. I’m so confused.  “How was your trip to ______?” Verbal Answer: “It was great! My favourite landmark was the great floor, and my biggest highlight was this amazing dance I had with this person from halfway around the world!” Internally: Have I forgotten what trips are supposed be like, or…