Ashes, ashes, and...
Based solely on the fact that I could probably use a dash more humility in my own ever-changing personal recipe for conscientiousness, I’ll have to recount a particularly embarrassing incident that occurred today. And so, for the thirty or so people who read this blog regularly, I encourage you to laugh at my misfortune. It builds character.
I had been running errands all morning, and thus had been in and out of my apartment most of the day. By late afternoon, I had assumed a rather lackadaisical demeanor, and was functioning on auto-pilot. It’s nothing that a tumble down the stairs won’t remedy. That’s right, I’m 23, and have apparently not yet learned to gain control over function in my lower extremities. To add salt to an open wound, of course there would be witnesses to this minor calamity. In applying the “tree falling in the forest” analogy to rectify an uncanny ability to be accident-prone; it never happened if no one saw it. Of course the only mature thing to do was callously laugh and brush myself off, leaving the bandaging of the bruised ego to much later. And thus the plight and bane of my life continues to (literally) be my downfall. Hopefully the satirical tone of this previous entry is evident, as I think that I’m almost mature enough to laugh at myself, and can openly accept disparagement in a variety of forms. There are events and situations much more serious and of concern than having a short encounter with the floor every once in awhile. I should know, we’ve become close acquaintances over the years. :-)
posted by Sheila @ 11/15/2004 03:43:00 AM
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