LOL... I was the Troublemaker, I aimed for insignificant :D Spent most of my childhood dodging the spotlight. Quick! Duck! I was used to it, though, so I also was the one to dove in and distract adults from everyone else. My siblings, my friends, anytime anyone else was in trouble, I'd redirect it over my way. Baby brother being yelled at? Oops. Who put that vase there? Crash. Teachers about to send my friends to detention for the afternoon? Watch me stretch he blue side of my vocabulary until they were forgotten about & I was chilling in detention for a week. Someone beating up someone else? I can't imagine how my fist caught the underside of their jaw (never close fist a face). I didn't go looking for trouble. It just always sort of followed me about. But I also worked my ass off (started working, also, as a kid), and was always cheerful, and never took anyone being mad at me to heart. My friends and siblings would be heartbroken to be in trouble. Me? I got myself out of trouble far more than I got myself into it. Sigh. Not that I ever got any credit for that ;)
<grin> Another dancer, here. I described it to someone just earlier this week who claims they can't dance (pfft. I can fix that!) as "Exactly like sex, all about matching rhythms, & driving the energy up." So, yah, I quit dancing out when I was married, too! LOL. Except at home. Each and every single time I cleaned? Music up, dancing on. Danced with/for my husband back when we still got on. Danced with my kids in a non-sexual way (cause kids have different rhythms, not a sexual molecule in their bodies, therefore their rhythms are bright & pure & ecstatic... Unlike clubbing rhythms!), even the dog (ditto). Horseback riding is another kind of dancing/matching rhythms with no sex involved.
My PTSD loves clubs. They're a much needed break from overly acute senses: the blissful relaxation of sensory overload. Ahhhhh. But ***i*** love dancing. Many, many different kinds of dancing.