I tripped again today.. on NOTHING. No, I mean literally there was nothing there. Who may i ask, trips on air? ME. That's who. Like there aren't enough real objects in life that I can trip on, now my body in an apparent attempt to either really challenge itself or assassinate me, has decided to randomly hurdle pockets of air.
So there i am, walking out of work, it's nice out. Mild. Talking to a co-worker and enjoying what I think is a safe stroll out to my vehicle, when out of no where,'WHOOPS!!' the half jerk, lurch forward, and stumble haphazardly. At the last second I manage to pull out of the nose dive towards the pavement only to appear oh so smooth, like pre-teen with a motor function disorder. Now of course I'm stuck with the expression of serious surprise/fear across my face, that then turns into an awkward smile,giggle. It totally sucks the cool right off you. Nothing like ending the night like that.
I mean it's not like anyone would refer to me as graceful, but how clumsy does one person have to be? Co-ordination in sports was never an issue, I excelled. But in regular life, eating, walking, carrying things, has always been arduous and tricky. Talking this out right now, I realize that maybe competition is the motivating factor that drives my body to unite with my brain for the greater good...WINNING/BRAGGING RIGHTS. Being the BEST. Based on this recent revelation it seems logical that if I place a competitive stipulation on my regular mundane life tasks it should in theory, trick my body into preforming at it's optimal level, thereby effectively transforming myself into dare I say it... a graceful lady?
Yes. YES indeed.. mwah ha haa ha!!! Excellent! (insert evil laugh and strumming of fingers)
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