Omens: earth is tipping over on me
Statement: My physical ability to balance myself is currently in negative proportion to my age.
In other words: The number of times I have been stumbling or tripping over air has been increasing dramatically.
Story #1: During my two years working at a homeware store, I would stumble several times every workday that my workmates would be constantly watching my steps.
Note: I was wearing plain flat-heel shoes.
Story #2: I went out with my friends one day during this recent holiday and they lost their count over how many times I was stumbling that day – again, in flat-heels.
Note: when you put a balance-challenged human being on ice, you see more than just “stumbles”. Be ready to crack-up at some exciting full-body collapses.
Conclusion: In flat-heels, one foot would constantly “interfere” with the other foot so I walk better on high-heels.
Unfortunately, I had to alter that conclusion. Yesterday, I slipped on this stone staircase in school. As I slipped in the middle of the staircase, I landed on my lower legs (not knee) on the sharp edge of a step so I got myself two big bruises. Is that a one-time thing? No. Because I just did it again today.
Start of new semesters seem to be unlucky for me. I remember on the first day of last semester, I had a water-leak in my bag in the first class that almost murdered my cellphone. (It survived, but still suffering hard from some weird side-effects.) Later that day, the bus broke down when I was about a 40-minute walk away from home. But I was too tired to get up and walk. The start of this semester was characterised by the two “trips” I had in these two days and I lost my cellphone in the last class today too. Fortunately, someone picked it up and handed it in to the school. I was saved.
As a pessimist in the aspect of superstitions. I define these “signs” as omens. I recently had a dream… The setting was one of those dark, narrow European streets in the 19th-century times. (As a believer of reincarnation, I almost wanted to call it my past-life.) I was happily walking hand-in-hand with a lover until the doctor diagnosed some illness I had which meant I would not live past the age of 18. (As in, I would die sometime while I was still 18.) I mourn for that sad girl with a sad fate who might’ve been the 19th-century me.
Let’s see if I will live to see the light of my 19th birthday. Omens, omens, omens… *screams*
