Someone informed me recently that I am the clumsiest person he has ever known. Personally, I think he needs to get out more.

Granted, I do repeat to myself rather often that I'm ok, that my inability to hold on to things like knives, phones, shoes, etc and avoid large objects like walls and cars and tables and such is something that many people have as well, and I'm not weird. I'm not, I'm not, I'M NOT! Well, not in that way, anyway.

But sometimes, it's worse than other times. This is when I feel clumsy not only on the outside, but also on the inside, which makes the insecurity just all the more unbearable.

Today is one of those days. I can't seem to do anything right.