Why is he always late? Why is she wearing Black all the time? Why does she run into everything that is and how come she still managed to survive childhood.
Well, okay the last is actually me. I run into things. Today, I saw something outside and wanted to look outside the window. Things is I live under the roof, so the ceiling is narrow in certain corners of the room. I know that. Everybody knows that when they come into the room. Because it is hard not to see. Still, I - clonk - hit my head. I also managed to hit my legs against our bed. Because for some reason my eyes told my brain which told my legs that they just have to lift themselves that much.
Normally, I come out of that pretty unharmed. Sure, some bruises here and there. But normally I rub whatever I managed to hit wherever for some seconds and then go on with my life. You could even go so far to say that my pain-tolerance is very high because I somehow..well, I got used to it. What I didn't get used to is hitting my hard heavily on the ceiling, so at the moment I'm nursing my headache and that's why I stop this post in a few sentences.
Closing off with a minor request. Whenever you should see people run into objects as if they are drunk, blind or, well, slightly mentally challanged, don't pity them. Laugh. Even I have to admit it is funny. Unless, I drop unconscious, then I would kindly ask you to call an ambulance. Just to be sure.
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