Thanks so much for all of your lovely comments on my post A Memory From Scent- I love seeing you guys comment about the scents that remind you of your past.
As you may or may not know, I feel like I am the clumsiest person ever. I'm the kind of girl who says sorry to lamp posts if I run into them (anybody else?!) or gets thrown halfway across the hallway in front of everyone. <<< you might want to read this, haha.
But a couple days ago, I was in a clothing shop just browsing around, and across the store from me, I spotted someone I knew. Now, I kind of hate finding people like this, as I think it can get super awkward sometimes. I tried staying calm, even though a million and one thoughts were running through my mind, one of them yelling, "LEAVE. THE. STORE. NOW, KYIA."
As I was half-panicked I picked up speed, my eyes still locked on that person. But what I didn't know was that I was about to run into a wheelie bin- and HEAD FIRST.
I didn't fall into it like some actors would, with their feet flailing in the air, and their torso no where to be seen. It was more like making-the-bin-come-down-with-me-while-my-head-was-stuck-in-the-trash sort of fall.
It was probably pretty obvious how embarrassed I was, and to top it off, the person I knew came over to see if I was okay. Bless her, haha.
Why does this sort of thing always happen to me?
It's like I'm permanently cursed with invisible 4-inch heels glued to my feet. Now I wonder if I'm just a teenage girl born with a clumsy gene... Is that even a thing? Okay, now I'm rambling.
Has anything like this ever happened to you?
I can't possibly be the clumsiest girl in the universe, can I?