I can’t even count the number of times I’ve had to utter the words, “oops” or “I’m so sorry, I’m such a clumsy person,” with that “I’m so embarrassed,” fake, half smile stretched across my face.
From breaking wine glasses to almost always wearing my food, by the time I leave restaurants, I have finally come to the conclusion and have to admit, I am a clumsy girl.
Not only is extreme clumsiness embarrassing, but it completely effects every aspect of my life.
I always seem to have bruises on my arms and legs from literally just walking into things, like doorframes and bedposts.
I have burnt myself from attempting to curl my hair with a wand.
Don’t let me forget! That cute boy I try to talk to in the bars… yeah, you know the one. I’ve more than likely dropped a drink or dribbled down my shirt while trying to look cute taking a sip. I think I speak for clumsy girls everywhere when I say, I shouldn’t be allowed to talk to cute boys with anything spillable in arms reach.
Oh… and don’t get me started about growing up playing team sports. Let’s just say I never played sports with any type of ball involved. I’m not the best at playing catch.
And the worst thing ever… every time I get up some great confidence and try to strut it in those 6 inch stilettos I just love to rock, you can put money down on the odds that I’m going to wipe out at some point during the night… or during the day… pretty much at any point in time you can bet there’s a chance that I’ll slip and fall.
But don’t worry, I’m not a complete klutz. I CAN walk a straight line, and if I REALLY try I won’t always spill my drink or fall in my heels.
And boys, please don’t judge us for messing up when we’re flirting. I promise, it’s not that we’re so taken back by your hotness, that we just suddenly drop things and trip over ourselves. It’s just that… well… that’s how everyday life is when you’re a clumsy girl.
The only thing I can say to defend myself is, “Oops… that was an accident, I swear!”