Accidentally Killing Myself
I admit it’s disturbing and weird to be thinking that I can be the cause of my own demise, but it’s not impossible or inevitable. The reason for this is because for one thing, I’m probably one of the most unlucky people I know. I think I attract more bad luck than good, but to think that way would attract it more so I’d rather not think it anymore after this post.
You see, I’m a bit clumsy. (When I say ‘bit,’ I mean it as an understatement.)
How can a person grow up or become as clumsy as I am?
A few instances why I consider myself a magnet for bad luck:
* In a week, I’d get two or three incidents of papercuts, small cuts, a gash or any minor injury as a result of my lack of hand-eye coordination, and my “perfect” balance.
* In a month, I’d at least stumble or fall on my knees or my face on the floor because of wet floors or because I tripped over something. (I have bad eyesight.)
* The only thing I like about my body are my hands, not because they don’t get injured, but because they look normal as compared to my other bad-luck stricken body parts, except for the crooked ring finger I have on my left hand which I got from pulling too hard on someone’s shirt during some ball game years ago.
* I usually and frequently drop things. I can never ever work in a hospital for fear of endangering someone else’s life.
Here’s the scientific psychobabble…
Doctors would attribute stress, lack of sleep, fatigue, anxiety, and even premenstrual syndrome (PMS) to be causes for normal people to become clumsier than usual. But if this is becoming disturbing, such as dropping a certain object three times in a row in just that one time, then it might call for medical attention.
It’s only logical that they think that way about being clumsy but I don’t believe many people have the same luck as I do. I’ve been known to trip and fall on almost all important occasions (weddings, shows, special hosting stints, anything that has to do with the stage) that may be contributed to my awkward being or my extreme nervousness around some people or being in some places. I’m growing more and more afraid to think about being too clumsy (or too careful) that I’d be sure to fall on my head and crack my skull or something… I know. They should have pills for this.
I read somewhere that clumsiness can stem from early childhood, when parents usually think that what’s best for their child is to keep them inside safety bars. But, if you were a parent who cared enough, and your child is at least three years old, give them some paint and spread out newspaper or some sheets of paper and tell them to paint anything. Just this simple practice can help your child become less clumsy by not limiting their movements.
Perhaps that little exercise can help prevent kids from becoming total klutzes like I am now, and keep them from getting hurt because they’re too clumsy.
So what am I scared of?
I’ve been this way since God knows when. I don’t think I’ll get any better but I’m trying. Some experts say if you’ve got the “clumsy” gene, you’d just have to live with it and hope you don’t get hurt. But right now I’m scared of experiencing the worse case scenario of killing someone because of my clumsiness or worse: tripping, falling and landing on broken glass.
