I almost went two whole months without falling. But that ended today.
I was leaving my Lit class, which involves going down several flights of stairs. Of course, you know I don't go down stairs like a regular person. It's more like a controlled fall/walking anyway. Well, today, I missed one step, and fell.
I knew it immediately--I mean, I have fallen enough in my life to know when I'm really going to fall--so I automatically started try to slow it down. In case you didn't know, the amount of pain you experience after a fall is directly proportionate to how fast the fall is. However, slowing down a fall generally has the effect of making the fall LOOK worse than it actually is. That's understandable since it looks like you are falling in slow-mo to people standing by. I mean, everything looks better[worse] in slow-mo.
I hit the floor relatively softly in a spread eagle position. My iPod goes flying, so I retrieve and look up to see two guys looking at me with awesome expressions of horror. They both ask, "ARE YOU OKAY?" And I reply, "Yeah, I'm fine. I just missed a step. I am an idiot. Whatevs." They don't look too convinced but they leave me alone.
I exit the building and am in the process of reinstating my iPod, when I realize my phone is ringing. At some point during the Fall, I pocket dialed Jen. I hung up on her and continued on my way.
When I got to the room, I apologized to Jen for pocket dialing her, but I explained that it was because I was falling down the stairs. [See: Jen's status.] She forgave me.