MY WORST DOWNFALL…!

For those who know me well, can completely relate if I say, I attract embarrassing situations like a magnet!

Whether it’s tripping inside my own room or while climbing up the stairs in public or saying just the wrong words at the wrong time, or just talking out-loud, I’ve mastered the art of awkwardness.

I can write endless stories on embarrassing things that have ever happened to me but I am quoting this for now because again for people who know about me are aware of the fact that I am prone to falling and I wonder, I have yet to break a bone.

I was in high school then and I just changed my school from all girls to co-education, and for those of you who had been in my shoes, must know how difficult and nervous that makes you in real world or should I say in boy’s world. I never talked to any boys apart from my cousins before that and my friend list were filled with all girls since childhood.

As is ‘normal’ with that age, I wanted to make a good first impression on boys and finally make friends with them.

As I reached my class I saw a boy too cute for that age sitting on the seat designated to me by class teacher in the first row. I was obviously on cloud nine and thanked my stars. I played ‘cool’ throughout and we really seemed to hit it off. I was really enjoying our short talks in between the classes which were entirely different to what I used to talk about with my ‘girl gang’ and even before I knew I had butterfly’s in my stomach and I was literally staring and smiling at him all through the day. Yes, and by the end of the day he became my first crush!

Blame the 90’s film makers, I played and re-played a scene in my thoughts:

As the bell  would ring, I will start to walk out of the class, will reach the door,  I will turn back a bit, will give him ‘that look’ and flash the pearly white smile, flip my hair playfully and walk out the door, keeping him thinking about me all day long.  I felt no less than an actress imagining all this at that time!

As the bell rang, I shot up to play that scene in real!

I was the first to the door and I opened it, turned back just a bit and caught his gaze, gave him that look with a smile and HE SMILED BACK AT ME!

It was a Win-win! I was thrilled!

But being the Klutz that I was, my foot caught the door, then I hit myself in the face with the corner of the door and I head-planted onto the concrete right in front of him. I do not use the phrase head-planted lightly, as for unknown minutes I was unconscious and as I regained consciousness I could feel the pain and blood at the back of my head.

As I came to senses of what had happened, I saw him standing there offering to help with a concerned look, he was the one that helped me to the Emergency room and I felt like dying the entire way there!

Not to mention I avoided him for days after that incident!

P.S. he did became my friend later that year! 

What I learnt from that incident and several others is, its always best to brush off fleeting moments of public humiliations, as they definitely don’t define ‘you’ for the rest of your lives!

Well, you can surely take this advice from someone who has been there and done that!

(PICTURE CREDIT: GOOGLE INC.)
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3 thoughts on “MY WORST DOWNFALL…!

  1. Nice…. I had my worse downfall on the road while accompanying my sister to the school

    Blame it on the wet road and slippery fotwear….

    Funny enough, landing on my butt all I could secure or rather I was keen on securing was my bag which had my phone

    It was really embarrassing…. The looks from the passers-by was something

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