I think the fact that I am clumsy means that I not only do clumsy things but that I also somehow attract catastrophe. I am like a magnet of clumsiness.
To exemplify my point-
Sunday was a series of spilling and dropping things during lunch, walking IN through the automatic “out” door, thinking I lost my phone only to realize that I had thrown it out in the kitchen garbage, running out in the middle of my shower to grab my new shampoo that I had forgotten in my room, then slipping on the tile floor and nearly breaking one of my toes…
I would say these are all situations that could have been prevented if I were a bit more graceful. But then yesterday within seconds of arriving to chris’s house, a basketball comes flying at my head. Sure, a baskeball hitting someone’s head isn’t a bizarre occurence, but things like this always seem to happen to me. I mean, do people commonly get caught in the crossfire of a child throwing a bucket of seashells? Yup, this happened to me.
So now I am trying to come up with some sort of equation for being more graceful. Perhaps, if I make more of an effort to be more cautious and delicate through my daily motions it will somehow repel any catastrophic occurrences that might be coming my way. Maybe, just maybe this will work…
