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The Destroyer
- Joined
- Apr 24, 2007
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- Enneagram
- 5w4
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- so/sx
Actually, I just fell down the stairs today. Am surprised I haven't done it before, considering my general clumsiness. Suppose I have tripped down stairs before- once breaking my glasses, but this is the first time I genuinely lost/slipped my legs from under me and slid down and everything. The bump on my head sort of hurts and the cold ramen (what else?) was mildly annoying to clean up, but I'm alright.
What was I thinking as I lost balance: don't spill the ramen/ don't lose the bowl. My life is full of meaning. I suppose the time period is too short for my brain to come up with anything poetic or meaningful, and my general health wasn't in danger or anything, but it's still mildly disappointing, dammit!
When stuff like this happens, I always wonder about how many events had to coalesque for it to occur. Who's to say I would be wearing my pretty socks (100% acrylic and slippery) on the Pergo floor (plastic-y, faux-hardwood)? Or I'd have a full bowl of cold ramen noodles that I'd half made for myself and half for my brother (who was down with the beginnings of a cold from being stuck all day with a surprise rainy Spring day without a jacket)- uneaten because he didn't want any and I found out I wasn't particularly hungry after downing a box of Pocky sticks I say on sale at the supermarket? Or the timing, etc?
I thought about that after the car accident too. When's the exact time that my mother plane would arrive. The order moment her baggage came out and she spotted it. How close her gate was to the parking. How fast I drove on the freeway. How wet the freeway, how worn my tires. How fast the truck on my left. How many things turned into one event on the freeway.
Of course, that's all a little silly. Who's to count the little tiny details from the hundreds of times I went down the stairs- which coalesqued into me not slipping?
What was I thinking as I lost balance: don't spill the ramen/ don't lose the bowl. My life is full of meaning. I suppose the time period is too short for my brain to come up with anything poetic or meaningful, and my general health wasn't in danger or anything, but it's still mildly disappointing, dammit!
When stuff like this happens, I always wonder about how many events had to coalesque for it to occur. Who's to say I would be wearing my pretty socks (100% acrylic and slippery) on the Pergo floor (plastic-y, faux-hardwood)? Or I'd have a full bowl of cold ramen noodles that I'd half made for myself and half for my brother (who was down with the beginnings of a cold from being stuck all day with a surprise rainy Spring day without a jacket)- uneaten because he didn't want any and I found out I wasn't particularly hungry after downing a box of Pocky sticks I say on sale at the supermarket? Or the timing, etc?
I thought about that after the car accident too. When's the exact time that my mother plane would arrive. The order moment her baggage came out and she spotted it. How close her gate was to the parking. How fast I drove on the freeway. How wet the freeway, how worn my tires. How fast the truck on my left. How many things turned into one event on the freeway.
Of course, that's all a little silly. Who's to count the little tiny details from the hundreds of times I went down the stairs- which coalesqued into me not slipping?
