Accident-flippin-prone

I've done it again. I've walked straight into a door. And just to blame it on someone, I have to blame it on my help who has polished the glass too much. Perfect, too perfect, because I just found myself getting my head banged. Lovely. And it's still not raining. And I'm not falling. I'm just walking into things now. It's not new, it's always been something like this. while the rest of the girls were cutely, tenderly and lady-likely truing out ballerina moves, I was getting my knee smashed in the playground. Or my head. Or everything else. Not cool. Although I remember it always suddenly felt much cooler because then I was given the blue ice-pack to put on my whatever I had smashed or banged. I still have the scars to prove it. Not very ladylikely. And I thought it was just kids who did all that, but life has proved that it still happens at 35. That either means it does not only happen to kids but also to adults, or else if it only happens to kids, then I'm a 35 year old child. Beautiful, except that there is no mummy to put iodine or whatever that foul smelling liquid was. Which is a good thing, since I never got to like the liquid and at least I don't have to deal with the physical pain along with the 'can't you ever watch where you're going' pain. Is it a system of balance? If it is I suck at the system. But then i probably such at all systems, I don't like system, I like my own which is very freelance, dreamy type of system. There I go, I can even answer my own questions now, and if that isn't being a moron I don't know what is. Maybe I just walk in a dream, like a drug/alcohol induced kind of stupour, only, I don't do drugs, and I don't hit the bottle either. Perhaps too much coffee, and Diet Coke, but those are supposed to be stimulants. I wonder in fear what it would be like without the stimulants then, then I'd just be falling flat on my face all the time. Or perhaps the problem is with me being a night owl. I cannot function well during the day, it's about 9 pm, I still have an hour to go before I am fully wide awake. So perhaps the accident proning is my body's way of telling me it's still too early. I don't know now. I'll know in an hour when I can reason things like a good smart adult. Not now.