Klutz

When I'm lost in thought and daydreaming, I am quite clumsy. Actually I may be considered a klutz. In fact, moments ago, I rammed myself into a decorative post in the living room. Slammed right into it. I'll be bruised down my entire left side. I hit it so hard that I almost fell over. Ironically, slamming into something always makes me forget about whatever was occupying my mind that caused the collision in the first place.

To make matters worse, I bruise easily. In fact, while typing I can see three bruises on my arms. I don't remember where they came from. Oh yeah, the one on my wrist is from slamming my hand in the screen door and the metal handle hit me just right. It makes me wonder how my bruises lurk under my jeans.

Thinking about bruising makes me remember how when I was a kid, I thought black-eyes were cool. I always felt a little disappointed that I was never in a knock down fist fight with anyone because I wanted a black eye. The kid with the black eye gets all this attention. The black eye kid is tough. Took it in the face. My "boyfriend" in 6th grade had a black eye once. I thought it was so cute. Now that I'm an adult, I'd probably duck and cover.