serve me right
i forgot when but i think it was week. i had a sudden (and uncalled for) thought. i think i'm too 'not clumsy'.
seeing people around me, a number of them are actually quite clumsy. let's not get into whether it's a good or bad thing. cause even though the general idea is that being clumsy is a bad thing, when i look at the people doing clumsy actions, they seem to be enjoying themselves. like, it made them happy, maybe because when they do funny and clumsy things the people around them get happy too. but everything aside, being clumsy seems to add a factor of surprise into their life.
and for that moment i wished i was a little bit more clumsy. very uncalled for.
after having that thought, i started dropping my stationaries during lectures. i banged my wall when getting onto my bed. i almost lock myself out of my own apartment for the first time and i also spilled two drinks in two days. but it's all still fine cause i didn't damage anything in particular.
but just when it seems like the scratch that i got from my pillow zip on my left elbow is going to leave a scar forever, i...
i scratched myself on my right arm. this time with the corner of a closing cabinet.
(took pictures but it's not very obvious, so decided not to post it. my injury on my right arm is still feeling 'hot' while i'm typing this. sad de la.)
seeing people around me, a number of them are actually quite clumsy. let's not get into whether it's a good or bad thing. cause even though the general idea is that being clumsy is a bad thing, when i look at the people doing clumsy actions, they seem to be enjoying themselves. like, it made them happy, maybe because when they do funny and clumsy things the people around them get happy too. but everything aside, being clumsy seems to add a factor of surprise into their life.
and for that moment i wished i was a little bit more clumsy. very uncalled for.
after having that thought, i started dropping my stationaries during lectures. i banged my wall when getting onto my bed. i almost lock myself out of my own apartment for the first time and i also spilled two drinks in two days. but it's all still fine cause i didn't damage anything in particular.
but just when it seems like the scratch that i got from my pillow zip on my left elbow is going to leave a scar forever, i...
i scratched myself on my right arm. this time with the corner of a closing cabinet.
(took pictures but it's not very obvious, so decided not to post it. my injury on my right arm is still feeling 'hot' while i'm typing this. sad de la.)
