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.)
