I’m That Girl
Why am I such a clutz?
That girl that you see always falling, tripping, bumping, dropping, walking into things…? -Yeah thats me.
A pretty common question people have is, “Whats your most embarrassing moment?” Well, personally I feel like I could write a book on all the trouble I get myself into.
I guess my clumsy nature started in kindergarden, when I walked into a wall and ended up with a huge bruise in the middle of my forehead. That was a fun time, with the guidance counselor calling my parents to make sure I wasn’t abused.
That time when I was learning to ride a bike and I ended up crashing into garbage cans.
The time I visited my grandma at work and knocked over a couple of glass figurines, breaking them of course.
That time in San Francisco when I walked headfirst into a stop sign, because I was trying to walk with my eyes closed. Another bruise smack-dab in the middle of my head.
And who can forget that time in Canada where I ran out of a restaurant and thought the door was open but ended up crashing into a glass door in front of everyone.
There’s also that time in fifth grade when I slipped down the stairs at graduation…only me.
The times in junior high when I sat in gum in the schoolyard, and ruined my nice pants. Yeah, time(s), plural, because of course I did it twice.
Then there’s my personal favorite, that time freshman year in the cafeteria when I was carrying a frappucino…and I slipped and it ended up on my head…what a great day it was, walking around with dry milk and caramel in my hair.
11th grade, when I was walking in the middle of Soho, texting, and I crashed headfirst into a pole. Yeah I even heard a ringing noise.
Oh ! and the time at my friend Chelsea’s sweet sixteen where I knocked over glasses of water three times in a row, in front of the guy I liked. How fun.
Yeah I’m that girl.
Growing up, I really thought I was a disaster magnet. I really don’t mean for these things to happen but…yeah I guess I am a bit of a disaster magnet.My clumsy moments define me, I think. Having so many teaches me to laugh at myself because honestly everyone’s going to be laughing at me anyway, so I might as well join in.
