So, I have the blessing of clumbsiness. I refuse to say I'm cursed, and actually do count it as a blessing some days-- it generally makes people laugh...unless I really get hurt from it, that is. Aw, hell, some of them laugh anyhow. I don't care, it makes me feel good to hear people laugh, even if it is at my expense.

It's nothing for me to have random, nasty-looking bruises from incidents I don't even remember. "Bumped into a door knob there; the stair railing caused that one..I don't know where the hell that one came from, what did I do?" which then leads to me trying to remember, usually fruitlessly.

I bring this topic up because the only thing that has ever bothered me (the bruises never really hurt and the scrapes and cuts usually go unnoticed unless I'm actually bleeding and someone points it out) is the fact that EVERYTHING itches when it heals!

I ran into my uncle's garage door the other day. Yes.. I did. He'd asked me to get his wallet out of the car, which was outside..and upon returning it, the senile (I actually like this man quite a lot, but face it, he IS senile) old man hits the switch to close the door as I'm walking back in. Keep in mind it has sensors, even, to tell it to go back up when something is in the way of it closing..did they help matters? No. I ran into the door, full force, and nearly knocked myself senseless. This was last Thursday & I still have a bump on my forehead from it. Problem? No. I'll just hope it makes me look like I'm deep in thought while I scratch my head for the next few days...heavy sigh.

My little sister went to take the tests for her temps again today. She didn't pass, mostly from not having studied, but at least somewhat from her insane fear of driving. (I really think it's a fear of responsibility, but I'll spare everyone the psycho-analysis.) Trying to boost her confidence about actually driving someday, I used the clumbsiness as a base point. "Look, Anna.. I'm constantly tripping over my own feet and can't avoid anything with a sharp edge. Yet I drove us all around and no one got hurt! Didn't even side-swipe anything! That's a major feat! If I can do it, you can do it!" Her reply was something along the lines of "Yeah, you didn't yet..." Thanks, sis. Love you too.

Oh. Got an application for wal-mart's optical department today. Garble, garble...

Wow. Is my clock right? I'm still stuck on second shift, appearantly. That sucks. Meh.. I believe I will intrude on a friend's life. Thank god none of them mind calls this late. w00t!

I often discover random bruises from who knows where on myself, too. Sometimes I wonder if a strange little person comes into my bedroom and hits me with a miniature baseball bat while I'm sleeping. Then I think that no, I'm a light sleeper, that couldn't possibly be the answer, but nothing else makes more sense. :|

Itching is so horrible. Everytime I'm in pain I tell myself "pain is better than itching!" over and over again...
» randomjunk on 2008-06-21 04:00:15

lol, little baseball bats... there was this kid's story when I was little, wow, redundancies... that was about the "borrowers;" little people that lived in the walls or something and were responsible for all the stuff you lost. like ink pens that were never to be seen again.

» Traumer on 2008-06-21 04:07:56

I tend to be clumsy with all the worst things, such as high-powered hardware tools, hammers, and nails. Excellent combination if I do say so myself. Oh and changing car oil...no success. All of the big manly man things I suck at, which is why I'm going to college to avoid having to use my hands in labor lol.

Blergh, I agree, itching is teh sux. Coincidentally, while reading this entry and as I comment on it now, I have a profound itching sensation all over my body and it's driving me crazy. Strange, the power of suggestion...
» The-Muffin-Man on 2008-06-21 04:35:00

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