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Do you ever have a conversation with someone and walk away feeling a little bemused because they've explained something that you didn't understand about yourself? If so, you totally get what I'm feeling at the moment, because, whoah. I mean, really. One of the women I work with looked over at me today and said: "You were a gymnast, weren't you? I can tell 'cause when something's about to go wrong, you just keep pushing harder."

Holy COW.

I bounce off a lot of doorways, bash my knees into more tables, hurl my elbows into handy walls and when I trip, I fly. I thought it was my inner hockey player going for the full body check, but this makes way more sense. Of course I keep pushing, because if I didn't push, I'd be in the hospital. Why didn't I get that before?

Right now, I have ugly, purple bruises on both my hands. I pinched the of my index finger in a pair of pliers; the bruise wraps around my finger like a bandage. Ironic. On the back of my right hand between my index finger and thumb is a lump it hurts to breathe on. I didn't know you could get a goose-egg on your hand, but evidently. They hurt more than I am comfortable admitting, but at least I get why now.

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i totally love conversations like that :B it also is cause for a little personal glee because someone is insightful and bothered to use that insight on you :B! hehehee ^_^ i toootally know how it goes xD

now you stop getting banged up dammit! *fwaps j00 and adds to damage* XDDDDDDD

I find it a little freaky, really. In that "You're actually paying attention to me?! Stop!" sort of way.

*nurses bruises*

leave it to someone else to make sense of you.

i feel your pain, of course. these walls and doors, they just come out of nowhere. it's impossible not to run into them.

I swear doors get narrower when I walk through them. UNCOOL UNIVERSE, UNCOOL.

You were a gymnast, weren't you? I can tell 'cause when something's about to go wrong, you just keep pushing harder."

Explain how that explains klutzishness.

Also, coffeetables have a deep passion for my shins. I feel your pain.

When most people start to run into something, their instinct is to shy away from it. Mine is to push back harder. And it's totally a gymnast thing, because if you're half-way through a handspring and you start to chicken out, you're going to end up on your head; if you push harder, you might make it to your feet.

I just didn't realize it had stuck with me this long.