I am a klutz. I fall down. I bump into things -- walls, doors, furniture, inanimate objects, etc. I can trip walking across lined linoleum. I can walk down an empty corridor and smack myself on a wall. I drop things. I break things. I run into things. I cannot explain what a challenge it is to maintain any semblance of grace.
People who are not klutzes do not understand. They walk around gracefully taking for granted not falling down. I am well aware that Gravity hates me. It puts things in my way when I am not looking and laughs at me as I hop around on one foot cursing and whining. It laughs as I trip over my own foot on the way up the stairs.
People who are not klutzes think we should be more careful. Take our time. Be watchful. Do things slowly and more cautiously. They do not get it.
The more careful I am, the more likely it is that I will damage myself or something else. The quieter I try to be, the more likely it is I will break something or drop a thousand marbles. I don't even have marbles and they would drop.
I had a point, but I seemed to have dropped it too.