I have recently come to the self-realization that I am somewhat of a klutz. This occured to me as the third of the four injuries I am currently sporting (pictured above) was incurred within a 24 hour timespan.
I’m not quite sure when this klutziness developed, but I’m pretty sure it’s tied to both my aversion to promptness (and therefore, consistent rushing) and my oblivion to objects that may hurt me (the corner of my boyfriend’s bed frame, for instance, or my own toenails).
What I do know is that I have a total of 8 different half-empty Band-Aid boxes in my bathroom, and I’m just now realizing how insane this is.