the act of falling down usually requires some degree of coordination or the lack thereof. to fall means to leave a standing or erect position suddenly, whether voluntarily or not. and in most cases, well, let's just say in my case, it's usually not. i was currently a junior at college. it was early in the morning, and i had just finished my first class in the business building on campus. before i continue with this story, it is necessary to describe my stature. i'm a 5' tall girl who diligently masquerades around as a 5'4" to 5'5" tall girl. i generally have 4 to 5 inch heels on at all times. mainly because i enjoy being able to look into the eyes of some of my peers, but also to help my neck from being permanently kinked in an upward position. being as tall as the average 6th grader walking amongst college giants translated as potential trample danger, and i wasn't going to be college road kill. in addition to my daily stilts, i hauled around a back pack the size of a small cow. okay, it wasn't that big, but it dang near weighed as much as i did. individually, these circumstances spelled disaster, but together, it spelled guaranteed disaster...you'll see. back to the story...i had just finished my first class and was headed towards my second. i joined the mass of people filtering through the double doors onto the patio outside. i began walking up the stairs when my back pack/shoulder bag/half of a cow slid from my hip to the front of my body. the sheer weight of the bag and my stilt-like state caused me to plummet to the ground, and by ground, i mean, concrete stairs. i actually fell down while walking up the stairs. in addition, the mass of people continued to walk around me. i momentarily felt like i was in the middle of the red sea as the people separated (making 2 huge walls around me) to avoid trampling me on the stairs. while laying on the stairs, in a somewhat upright position, i chuckled to myself and then the reality of the situation hit home. i silently cursed my cow-sized bag and short legs when i realized that not a single soul had asked if i was all right. moreover, i didn't even get a snicker or giggle from the sea of approaching people. i knew i wasn't invisible, so the lack of acknowledgement translated in my mind as apathy. it was this moment that i lost all faith in humanity. honestly, is it too much to ask for a little recognition or at least a smothered giggle for the unfortunate fool spread across the ground? come on, people!! as it turned out, it was. sadly, i picked myself up, dusted the concrete residue off my clothes, checked to make sure i could stand upright, swung my cow-sized bag back on my hip, and continued walking up the remainder of the stairs. it wasn't until later that week that my faith in humanity was restored. this act also involved a campus, rough terrain, and stilt-like foot apparel, but this time it was my friend, and i will let her tell you that story.
Friday, May 30, 2008
my faith in humanity
the act of falling down usually requires some degree of coordination or the lack thereof. to fall means to leave a standing or erect position suddenly, whether voluntarily or not. and in most cases, well, let's just say in my case, it's usually not. i was currently a junior at college. it was early in the morning, and i had just finished my first class in the business building on campus. before i continue with this story, it is necessary to describe my stature. i'm a 5' tall girl who diligently masquerades around as a 5'4" to 5'5" tall girl. i generally have 4 to 5 inch heels on at all times. mainly because i enjoy being able to look into the eyes of some of my peers, but also to help my neck from being permanently kinked in an upward position. being as tall as the average 6th grader walking amongst college giants translated as potential trample danger, and i wasn't going to be college road kill. in addition to my daily stilts, i hauled around a back pack the size of a small cow. okay, it wasn't that big, but it dang near weighed as much as i did. individually, these circumstances spelled disaster, but together, it spelled guaranteed disaster...you'll see. back to the story...i had just finished my first class and was headed towards my second. i joined the mass of people filtering through the double doors onto the patio outside. i began walking up the stairs when my back pack/shoulder bag/half of a cow slid from my hip to the front of my body. the sheer weight of the bag and my stilt-like state caused me to plummet to the ground, and by ground, i mean, concrete stairs. i actually fell down while walking up the stairs. in addition, the mass of people continued to walk around me. i momentarily felt like i was in the middle of the red sea as the people separated (making 2 huge walls around me) to avoid trampling me on the stairs. while laying on the stairs, in a somewhat upright position, i chuckled to myself and then the reality of the situation hit home. i silently cursed my cow-sized bag and short legs when i realized that not a single soul had asked if i was all right. moreover, i didn't even get a snicker or giggle from the sea of approaching people. i knew i wasn't invisible, so the lack of acknowledgement translated in my mind as apathy. it was this moment that i lost all faith in humanity. honestly, is it too much to ask for a little recognition or at least a smothered giggle for the unfortunate fool spread across the ground? come on, people!! as it turned out, it was. sadly, i picked myself up, dusted the concrete residue off my clothes, checked to make sure i could stand upright, swung my cow-sized bag back on my hip, and continued walking up the remainder of the stairs. it wasn't until later that week that my faith in humanity was restored. this act also involved a campus, rough terrain, and stilt-like foot apparel, but this time it was my friend, and i will let her tell you that story.
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you crack me up! i'm not as short as you, but i can relate. that's happened to me a time or two and it pretty much happened the way you described. what's wrong with people? i'm looking forward to hearing "your friend's" story. :)
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