In my defense, I have pretty good grip strength. I can hang on a bar for a minute comfortably and I even train for grip strength specifically when I train upper body. At the same time, I am not someone you would consider clumsy. I even actively try to take care of all of my precious possessions. Proof of that is that I have a have a separate microfiber cloth just to clean my laptop screen - keeping it free of dust and finger prints every time you see it.
Despite all of this, I somehow always end up dropping everything new I take in my hands.
The saddening dent on my MacBook is proof of that ðŸ˜
It has just always been a trend in my life. New books, new tiffin, new water bottle, new bag, new stationary - whatever it may be, it always ends up falling once. My metal water bottles start off with a flat base, but it usually end up looking like the topography map we got in 10th grade within a month.
One particularly bad case was when I was running across the road (I know I shouldn’t have been doing that but there was a taxi there which I wanted to catch, I looked both sides before running though). Next thing I know, my ear buds have fallen on the concrete and I need to run back and pick them up quickly before a car runs them over, or runs me over, or both.
Now that I think about it, its actually for the best that I wasn’t allowed to carry my little brother when he was born 12 years ago…Had he survived was was bound to happen to him, he’d have yet one more reason to hate me…
Then one day after sitting in my bus I got a call informing me that people have been looking for me for the past 5 minutes and I should’ve been sitting in the IT box in the auditorium for the run-through of the event the next day. The moment I found out that the Principal was arriving in 5 minutes there and everything should be ready, I got down from my bus and made a run for it…
It was only then that I realized just how many things were in my coat pockets as they flew away in literally every direction. Then while I tried to recollect all my long lost possessions which happened to be in my coat pockets all along, I found a bus driver uncle pointing around me from within the bus, pointing to my ID card which I hadn’t picked up yet.
That moment I realized just how many people were staring at me…and my embarrassment shot through not just the roof but also the ozone layer. The only condolence I could give myself was that maybe I had gotten lucky and they hadn’t recognized me.
Within an hour of getting my new cycle I had already scraped it just this Tuesday. The funny thing is, that’s the first time I scraped a cycle and probably also the last time I’ll be damaging that cycle in any way. But its these very experiences which will give me irrational anxiety when I take a new vehicle for a test drive in the future. (Crashing a new RollsRoyce on the very first ride would make for a good story for a podcast though)
Anyways, this blog was a heads-up for my friends in case they plan on getting married and having children in the future and inviting me to their child’s first birthday. I think it might be in your best interest to keep the little fragile thing in your own arms for the photo…
(unless you don’t mind it looking like Stewie from Family Guy)
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