Let’s talk about my injury-prone-ness today.
Since, I’ve been a kid, even before I could walk, I’ve always somehow by a absurd and totally improbable turn of events managed to injure myself. Really. I’m the sort of person for whom the Hogwarts’ trick stair would be a nightmare because I barely manage normal ones.
The question here is obviously, why?
What you should know about me is that I’m a person who lives off adrenaline. I love adventure sports and doing anything that would leave me with adrenaline coursing through my veins. So, mostly I blame or rather I try to blame my adventure seeking tendencies for injuries. Like, the time I fell off a school bench only because I was trying to jump off it in a fantastically cool way, not me, just my adventure seeking and whimsical(Aha!) brain.
But, there’s an issue there too. For instance, while I was in the kitchen yesterday trying to look for something to eat and opened a cabinet, a whole box full of flour fell on my head. Yep, that scene right out a cartoon happened. Luckily for me, the box didn’t open. And this isn’t the first time something of this sort has happened, me and my kitchen just generally don’t go well together because something always ends up happening. I try to but I can hardly blame my adventure seeking-ness here, can I? After all, what is so adventurous about raining boxes?
So, are my stars just so terribly crossed and I should go blame everyone’s favourite scapegoat, luck? Say that, I’m just not lucky and it’s a pity. But, I refuse to conform to the common belief because I’m a teenager and its my job or rather my duty to rebel, to not do the usual, to be different.So, I choose to generously call myself clumsy. Tripping everywhere, hitting my head a million times a day, knocking into others, yep, me again.
But, if I had to conclude, why do I injure myself so much, what would I say?
I can’t say just either because that would be incomplete and as they say, partial knowledge is worse than none.(Or maybe I just felt like using a quote.)On a serious note though, I wouldn’t feel right withholding this very valuable and precious piece of knowledge that everyone simply has to have.(Does anyone else smell sarcasm or is it just me?)
Now, after having put pen to paper(or fingers to a keyboard, if you will) and sorting it out as much as I could, the simple consensus I’ve drawn is this. My adventure-prone-ness and my clumsiness are so awfully and intrinsically tied up inside me it’s difficult for one to exist and be known without the other. I happen to be a totally absurd and uncommon amalgamation of a great consuming sense of adventure and a knocking me down(literally) kind of clumsiness.
That’s it. That’s the big solution to the first world problems I face. I’m just simply a person who is very adventurous and also keeps on knocking into things and tripping all over.