Do you remember that cartoon with the three bears (momma bear, papa bear, and big ass baby bear)? The baby bear wanted so bad to just be a kid, but he wasn't aware of his big size and would break everything. He would also constantly hurt his father because he just didn't know his own strength. Well, I am that baby bear.
I have come to the realization lately that I have no agility what-so-ever. I just tried to open a bottle of water and to make a long story short. I am still cleaning the water off of my cubicle. There is water on the side walls, on my keyboard, on my chair and all over the floor. And I have noticed that I am like that all the time. I'm not saying that I am this powerful guy that can't control my own strength (truth be known, I'm far from that), but I must have less nerve endings in my extremities than normal people. I just can't seem to know when to stop using force. It's like using a shotgun to kill a roach. Yes the roach is dead, but so is everything else twenty feet around it. This is my life. Yes the bottle of water is open, but I lost 1/3 of the water all over the place.
I don't know why I share this kind of stuff out there. You would think that I would be smarter and not share this information. I think it's some form of warning to those who know me. That way, if you are ever around me and see me stumbling around and knocking things over, I may not be drunk. Well, 90% of the time I probably am drunk, but the other 10% is caused by my clumsiness.
(On a side note, I think I'm feeling comma crazy today. What's with all of the commas all over the place?)
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