Sometimes your days are so bad that you hardly get through them, you just want to sit tight in a corner, protected from the evils outside. I had a similar experience on the 30th of October and honestly, I am laughing so loud while thinking about it now.
I woke up, looked at my phone, the battery wasn’t the usual 100%, it was 2% because apparently, I forgot to put it on charging the previous night. I looked at the time and realised I was 30 minutes late today. I got up, drank my tea and went to sleep again. 25 minutes after I had woken up, I realised I had no idea how fast someone can get ready for college, do the morning chores and leave the house.
I waited for the bus and even though I was late that day, so was the bus. As soon as I stepped in I realised there were no seats so I went to the front compartment where I fell while sitting and hit so hard that it’s still bruised but I didn’t tell anyone until now because the bigger milestone was the completion of the 50th fall/stumble in a bus since I joined college.
I took out my earphones, like I do every day, and I dropped them. I found them a minute later, after fidgeting with the neighbour’s bag for no reason I can think of. The earphones weren’t even there in the end and he just kept staring at me.
I entered the class and took a sigh of relief, little did I know that the fun had just begun, no teacher came that day so I started attaching my parallel bar and my sheet. The whole process usually takes 15-20 minutes. So, I pushed the parallel bar and there went a small yet long strip from my sheet because there was a nail in the table, no idea how it got there. It wasn’t even there when I was attaching the apparatus.
Went to the canteen, stumbled and had my wrist eat some Manchurian.
Decided to leave early with a friend accompanying only to stumble over the road’s skirting, I was walking straight, I have no idea how I started going towards the skirting in the first place. Almost fell.
We took a Vikram (cheap public transport) and when we got down the driver must have said 40 bucks but I heard 20 so I gave him 20. Then he said something but due to the commotion and the noise I could hear the word four so I gave him 5 bucks more only to get laughed upon by everyone because he said 40 first. While all this confusion happened, my bag fell down, so did my contraption of rubber bands which helps my sheet holder stay in the bag and not open it or itself. Then my parallel bar fell. Then my wallet. I was looking like an idiot. I was an idiot.
So, maybe noticing this my friend asked me if I wanted to grab a bite from the nearest bakery. I agreed. We went. I ordered a pastry and as I lifted my plate off the counter, there went my pastry flying high and landing on the ground. “Why are you so sloppy today?” asked my friend.
Finally, afraid of the world outside, taking each step carefully, I took the shorter route home and a female Labrador I’m so familiar with, starting running behind me because I was carrying a 75cm long parallel bar.
By this time I had already lost my cool so I stayed at home but trouble wasn’t leaving me and I had three fights for no reason at all but the sloppy part had ended by then and I was grateful.
This was the clumsiest day of my life, a person who never does something stupid without the intention of it, someone who takes calculated steps in almost everything and it was nice for a change. That bitter memory has made me laugh more than anyone or anything since the last two days so I think there’s the upside.