So I was just strolling along, enjoying my accidental life, when I slipped on some ice. Luckily Im as big of a spaz as I always have been and suddenly it was like I had six legs going ten different directions to keep me from falling. One of my flailing arms happened to take my hand to where I could grasp a steel hook and transfer my weight to it while regaining my footing and composure. That was a happy accident. While this was going on my only thought was that when I fall I might break. It seems that I am suddenly made of porcelain and have become afraid of falling.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 02:46:16 +0000