So, if within the space of 5 minutes you knock over your Starbucks coffee while at an ATM, trip climbing up a stairwell in a parking garage, spend (at least) 10 seconds trying to unlock your car door with the wrong remote (experiencing momentary panic) and the fact you’ve just managed a three-in-a-row feat of clumsiness/stupidity doesn’t even register while it’s happening – what does this mean?
You’re finally getting used to being a klutz?
I think so. I’m ready to embrace both my inner and outer klutziness.
I’d like to refer to it as something else, though.
“Endearing quality” sounds good.
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I'm totally with endearing...simply because you are...and just a little over stressed with too much on your mind, too many things to deal with -- is it any wonder?!?
So yeah, I'd choose endearing for you in a heart beat ♥
Whatever name you come up with, I'm joining the club. I am as uncoordinated as they come.
I hate to be philosophical here, but can you have an inner klutz? It seems an entirely external issue to me. Either way, klutziness isn't the end of the world, but the lost coffee would have been a downer, especially at Starbuck's prices. Hope you were at least part way through.
sherry:
Thank you, my friend.
(I was actually wondering if you'd mention the pant leg incident again!)
charlotta-love:
I'd love to have you join the club - it's not a particularly exclusive one but we do have lots of laughs!
oreneta:
I feel that "inner klutz" encompasses my stupidity while "outer klutz" takes care of the clumsiness.
(I'd only had a few sips from that very pricey coffee...)
"quirkiness" I like that....
I like euphemisms as long as they are done with love.
Honey, even the pant leg incident was endearing ♥
LOL. I've always heard of the inner child, but inner klutz. I am a natural klutz. ;)
I'm ba-ack...new and improved?
beth:
My quirkiness quota is filled - have to move on to a new category.
seraphine:
This one will be.
sherry:
And yet another thank you, pal.
shari:
Glad you're back - it looks (and reads) great!
There are worse things to be. Like ugly, for example.
about a month ago I tripped over a speed bump in a parking lot.
I'm pretty clumsy too....
Just call yourself the Embassador of Spaz...you're suffering so they won't have to.
Well, now I know I am in good company with my own inner klutz.
It is nice not to be alone.
XOXOX
I always like these hypothetical situations. Good thing it never happens to you, right?
I try to pull off the endearing quality thing... it works when someone is just getting to know me. They find it cute.
But in the long run, it gets exhausting for everyone involved.
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