Friday, November 20, 2009

I fall down

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.


  1. Sweetheart, you lost all your marbles long ago. Don't worry about dropping them.

    Your mother could walk across an empty room and bump into a table. Your father makes Clumsy Carp look like Rudolph Nereyev.

    You should have chosen your parents more wisely

  2. I'm just dropping in to let you know that this weblog is being featured on Five Star Friday -

  3. You just described me perfectly. :(

  4. The graceful have no concept of what we clumsy go through. I am constantly covered in bruises. I've always said it's a good thing my hubby is a nice guy or people would be convinced that he was beating me.


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