As a kid, I used to be punished for being clumsy and this leads to more clumsiness from nerves. Somewhere in my college years, I learned to accept my clumsy side as my friends were more forgiving of my clumsiness. When people showed me how relaxed they were with my ‘spilling milk’ my daily clumsy mishaps disappeared overnight. I actually have a vague memory (because I noted it) of the The Peanuts Hippie car on a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair shirt in college were on one side was my nervous, clumsy ‘mask’ and then.
The Peanuts Hippie car on a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair shirt, hoodie, tank top and sweater
I became less nervous and my coordination and agility suddenly went back to ‘normal’ (in daily tasks). Thankfully, I have always had people who have put my perspective in perspective so that I know when to ease up. That’s easy to say, but you try to not want to rip your own head off and see if there actually is a The Peanuts Hippie car on a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair shirt in there after you broke your third cellphone in a single year. I just laugh when I do something clumsy. Only when I am in the company of others of course.
Is clumsiness really that big of a deal for people? I mean, I’m the The Peanuts Hippie car on a dark desert highway cool wind in my hair shirt person I know. I drop things constantly, trip over my own feet, and once set myself on fire trying to light a grill. But, of all my less than stellar qualities, this might be the one I worry about the least. There are so many worse things to be than a klutz. Clumsy always haunting me. I’ve got a lot stressful cause of clumsy. Can I just die? I think it would be better cause I didn’t feel pain anymore.