*raises hand*

Ow!

*gingerly inspects where raised hand banged into cabinet door*

I'm going to steal this story from my blog, and not even retype it. It's not unique or even unusual for me, just a perfect example of my slapstick, ker-thumpety life:

Donning the fuzzy fuchsia slipper-socks sent (along with an adorable handmade nightie) by my sister, I announced, "These things are slippery. They'll kill me." That might sound like hyperbole, but The Fella knows me well enough to hear the truth when it's spoken: he urged me not to wear them, even for a moment. I scoffed, "Hmmph, I think I can survive one night."

Three minutes later, he heard a series of ominous thumps and slamming sounds, then me meekly calling out, "I'm okay!"

You are not alone, ninazer0.

I was at work, on the floor investigating a source of water for a mold job, and THWACK!, I came up under and hit my head on a TV that was mounted on the wall of this classroom. I had a ballcap on , and my sunglasses on top of it, and the shades went flying, and I ended up on my ass, the tv swinging around but not falling.

My boss just happened to be out at this site, and when we came in I told him that I had just tested the effectiveness of these TV mounts and found them not lacking in any way.

I was walking with two classmates a few nights ago, and we were going to pick up food between classes so I was on my cellphone calling in the order. All of a sudden I see one of my classmates bend in half in what looked like a painful way; it turns out she whomped into a fire hydrant.

My main emotion was total confusion as to why *I* wasn't hurt, because I think that's the first time I've ever *not* been the one to do that.

Picking up a giant tub of laundry detergent, I hit my head on a rack at CostCo a few weeks ago -- wack!! I started tearing up from the shock/pain. I hate that! I think I have less spacial sense of my body/head than some other more graceful people.

I am the biggest clutz. My bed has a footboard. I must have bumped into the thing hundreds of times. I have a permanent dent in my thigh.

I run into door frames, bash my head, and trip on a regular basis. I also spill things at an alarming rate.

People say I have a graceful walk. That always amuses me.

I can't walk and talk on a cellphone at the same time. I always trip over.

I run into door frames, bash my head, and trip on a regular basis. I also spill things at an alarming rate.

Same here. My partner recently confided that he fears the day I (inevitably) give myself a black eye; he's sure he'll get the stink-eye from strangers. I suggest I wear a button reading "No, really, it was a doorframe!"

Oh lordy, so klutzy. I was at the grocery store last week, in the cleaning products aisle, looking at mops. I pulled one mop out, and something fell on the ground. When I leaned over to pick it up, a whole rack of mops fell on my head and back. MuddDude was there, but he wasn't paying attention. I couldn't stand up because the mops were still, like, attached to the rack or something. A very nice woman ran over and started pushing all of the mops off of me. I was so freaking embarrassed. That's just one day in the life of me.

MuddDude is pretty klutzy, too, but in a "I'm a big dude who thinks I'm a little dude, and thus is always bumping in to things or hitting things with my abnormally long arms" way.

I'm a total klutz. I've really come to believe that I have a certain proprioceptive deficit . . . my body honestly seems to have a difficult time knowing exactly how it's positioned with regard to both itself and the surrounding environment.

If you want a real laugh, you should watch me try to imitate dance steps.

I'm 6'2" in a world that seems to have been designed for people under 6'. I've probably lost 20 points of IQ over the years bashing my head into things. Being left handed probably doesn't help my accident rate either.

I was walking along in the mall with a friend, when in slow motion I realized I was shrinking. Bam! my knee hit the floor: I slipped on a pickle someone had dropped. About the size of a quarter and I never saw it. Skinned my knee; I wasn't too shocked not to notice a store employee look at me then quickly look away ala "I didn't see a thing."

I'm forever getting bruises on my legs from who knows where.

I'm a hopeless klutz. I'm always walking into doorways and banging my hips or shoulders on furniture. Once I was ambling down a covered walkway, talking to the person I was walking with, when I walked smack into the middle of a big blue pillar like a cartoon character.

Just a couple weeks ago I knocked over my water bottle on my desk at work. I mopped off the desk and was cleaning up the floor when I whacked my head on the underside of the damn desk. Ow.

Thanks guys. My head still hurts but I feel better. :)

I'm fairly klutzy, too. But I have the small compensation that it usually happens at home and not in public.

Elsa - I somehow gave myself a black eye whilst getting up from the toilet and hitting a cupboard door. I blamed it on the mister, but he's so nice no one believed me.