Graceful As A Water Buffalo

Published December 1, 2013 by Malia

I have this special talent.  I can be walking down a completely empty corridor, and I’ll still manage to find something to run into.  When I’m somewhere where there are multiple things to run into, I always manage to run into the most pain-causing thing available.  Take last night, for example.

I was walking around a bed, which sits up on a platform made of wood.  I’m not sure how, but I managed to ram the outside edge of my right knee into the extremely pointed corner, and then I just kind of howled in pain for a few minutes.  It turned into a lovely, swollen, bruised goose-egg, and because that’s not fun enough, my whole knee area has been quite irritate since I did this.  You would think I learned my lesson, but no, tonight I managed to run back into the same corner in the same spot on my leg.  Go me.

The thing is, I know 29 isn’t old.  I actually feel sixteen.  However, my body doesn’t seem to get the message.  When I was sixteen, I was about as graceful as I am now, and when I ran into things I pretty much forgot I had done so within a minute of doing so.  There was no nonsense of it still hurting hours or even days later.  Plus, I rarely bruised.  Nowadays, I run into stuff all the time, and I seem to bruise more and more easily.  This is the only thing I’m really dreading about the whole aging thing (apart from the whole family members dying thing).  I don’t mind getting older, but I really dislike how my lack of gracefulness seems to have a direct link to the part of my brain that realizes I’m not sixteen and am getting older.

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