Impatient Undeliberated Accidents

Rant. That is the theme of today's blog post.

I run into everything. EVERYTHING.

For example, the office next to mine has several chairs seated about the room. I have to go into this office quite frequently to file various documents, and so on and so forth. I run into one of those inconveniently placed chairs, without fail. Every time. Once of these days, I might break one. I feel bad for the wall...the chairs have a little lip on the back of them, so every time I kick one as I go by, they make the drywall chip off a little more. Fortunately, I'm not the first one to do it, so I don't feel that bad.

At home. It is more of the same. Right before Robby and I jump in bed, I will either stub my toe on the bed post, or knock one of my elbows on the door frame. {Those injuries are tender!} So, I have come to a conclusion. The reason I am such a klutz is not so much a random working of fate. There are certain attributes that I possess, which contribute to my accidents.

1. Impatience.

I will be the first to admit it too. When I ask you to do something, I want it done now, not in a few minutes. Now. As a result of this lovely virtue, {I do consider it a virtue, because impatient people can get so much more accomplished, right} I walk very fast. Even at my office, and at home. As you can imagine, when one has his or her mind on other things, and is speedily walking in a confined area, how could one not run in to something? It makes sense.

2. I'm basically blind.

It's true. Without the help of today's modern technology, primarily in the field of contact lenses, I would probably be dead. A fantastic science teacher I had back in the day, by the name of Mr. Makay, once said, that if people like me who need eye wear had been born back in the Stone Age, we would have been carried off by a Pteradactyle lickity split. Good ol' Natural Selection. Meaning, we wouldn't have lasted long. Encouraging right? {It also makes you wonder how such a trait got passed down from generation to generation? You would have thought all the blind folk died off. } Therefore, based on this assumption, when I'm at home jumping into bed for the night without my contacts in, I'm just asking for it. By the way, Robby laughs at me when such events take place. Then proceeds to remind me, "Your so blind." Every. Time. I love him. I really do. :)

Stay tuned next time.

Oh, and the detox. It's going ok. Just ok.