Clumsy Queen

Roughly about two weeks ago, I fell on the stairs in front of a bank and a convenient store. The following week, I bumped the door and hurt my elbow, bumped the table with my knee while I was about to sit, and spilled the water in my mug while I was walking back to the classroom. I don’t know why I keep on doing this things but they always happen every time.

There is only one word to describe it and that word is the best description my mom can give me. CLUMSY.

I cannot remember when I started acting clumsily but there was one occasion in my life where I really became the walking disaster. It was when me and my family were eating at Chowking. I was ten or eleven at that time and we were seated at a corner table. My siblings and I were still young then. And when one is young, he/she is excited when they eat at a fast food chain at the mall. So I was excited that time. Our food was just served by the waiter. I rushed for my softdrink and boom! There was it. I did it. My elbow tipped one glass and all of a sudden all the glasses went down. It was a domino effect. Fortunately, I was the only one on the table who got wet. Some of the food got wet. My mom was ranging with anger because she had to order again for everybody. It ended with me drinking water and all of them got their brand new glasses of Coke.

I thought when I grow older and mature, I will become more finesse (as what my mom said I should be). I went through high school and it was still the same. I still bump things or drop stuff. I went to college hoping I would act more like a girl because I would enter a bigger school. I began acting like a lady, bought heeled shoes (not that high because I am tall), cut my high school hair, removed my glasses, and learned how to wear make-up. I felt more beautiful then. I lost a little weight. Though I am still fat, I felt more confident with myself. One time, while I was walking at the walk way wearing my heeled shoes, I tripped. And so help me God, there were a lot of people there because it was enrollment. It was so embarrassing because I carried myself with so much swagger while I strut in my runway but with just one snap, I tripped. My ankle hurt a lot and the sole of my heel went off. Imagine, I still have to walk a few meters to get to the seminary gym where the enrollment was held and fall in line for hours wearing my busted shoes. That’s how clumsy I am.

Another terrible clumsy story was when I was cleaning the house one weekend. I was applying floor wax to the floors so I have to lift some of the furniture. When I lifted the center table, the nail of big toes came with it. The nail was half there and half not there. I do not know how to totally get them off because it hurt really bad. I went to the doctor the following day to make it removed. I have to wear slippers when going to school for two months until the new nail shows up.

Now that I am 21, I still haven’t lost that touch, the touch that can result to damage. My mom always tells me to stay away from glass figurines because I might break them. I am even afraid to walk in the glass area of a department store because I know what I am capable of. It wasn’t pleasant being ham-fisted but I think that defines who I am. If somebody will ask my bestfriends or my family if they know someone clumsy, they will definitely say me. I wish I could be more graceful or act with poise but I can't. Maybe when I enroll at John Robert Powers or if I become diaries but those won't happen to me. All I can do is just make most of this disorder. My "sablays" are always a fun topic over dinner or coffee with friends :)