Tuesday, September 29, 2009
With a wound that big, you might as well just laugh about it.
The stages of recovery from falling are like this.
Right after the fall. The first word was either fuck or shit. Well you get the point.
Then the instinct to get up kicked in. The first movement was to get back on my feet.
The next was to look at the how. What caused it.
After which, it was to get away from it all. Leave the scene of crime and try to clear the evidence as though he has been charged for clumsiness.
Yet, with a wound tt big, it was impossible to get rid of all evidence. Finally the acceptance and all.
I hate falling. Nobody likes it, I guess. I think it is now a big step to eventually laugh abt it. I think I didn't use to be able to do so. I used to beat myself up abt stuff like this. This is a change.
The Origin. 9/29/2009 10:28:00 pm