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This week’s topic: Embarrassing Things
When I sat down to write this post I started thinking that I could have SWORN I already did a post about embarrassing things. Technically, no. I did a post about The CRAZIEST thing I have ever done. Which is basically the same idea in my world. Because me crazy is usually embarrassing.
But if we’re talking embarrassing things the number one thing on my list is clumsy. I need absolutely no help falling, tripping, etc. Just me and my own two feet. I’ve been known to be walking along and just fall over. I’ve been known to be in the middle of sitting down and just miss the seat completely. I’ve been known to trip up the stairs and in the process of trying to save myself from falling, fall down them instead. I’m a gravity challenged disaster. Or, as I like to say – “I’m not clumsy. I just do frequent gravity checks.”
My clumsy extends to running into things and knocking them over. I’m constantly bruised and my BF used to worry that people would think he beat me. He doesn’t worry about that anymore, because everyone who knows me, KNOWS that I’m so clumsy that I’m doing it to myself. I frequently ask – “Was that door there earlier?” “When’d that table move?” Because yeah – I’ve run into them.
I’m also someone who will get so engrossed that I lean WAAAAAAY back in a chair. That’s resulted in my flipping it in public a few times. And of course everyone runs over to see if I’m okay. That’s the worst part of falling, tripping, or flipping in your chair. Everyone’s so worried. I know that it’s polite and would probably be worrisome if people stopped caring, but GAH! It sucks! I often laugh and hobble away, saying “I’m fine,” trying to disguise any injury in my embarrassed anxiousness to just get away.
So I’ve told you about my disastrous clumsiness. Tell me some of your embarrassing things!