injury.
f*ck. i have the worst luck in the world.
today while playing pick-up basketball at the gym, some uncoordinated little spaz spins around and charges to the hoop without bothering to look where he was going.
as it happened, i was in the lane, feet planted and prepared for this sort of thing. what i wasn't prepared for was a lack of grace.
so the guy spins, taking two steps, and runs into me: fine. people run into me, all the time ..
.. but their elbow doesn't usually hit me in the f*cking throat.
now it hurts to swallow and take (really) deep breaths; i sound like a deep bass. as luck would have it, my parents call an hour later to chat, and i wasn't wise enough to pretend that it was a cold and a sore throat.
i asked my dad to tell my mom that i was fine. i wonder if he believed me.
i tell you, those f*cking uncoordinate little sh*ts ...!!!
sometimes it seems like the only reason why i don't kill other people out of fury at such moments is because i happen to be physically incapable of doing so, at those same moments.
funny thing. when we were still dating, an ex-girlfriend wanted me to quit sports, and quit basketball in particular. she was worried that i kept on getting into collisions and getting injured.
of course, i refused .. but i have to admit, i wonder if there was some wisdom in that.
today while playing pick-up basketball at the gym, some uncoordinated little spaz spins around and charges to the hoop without bothering to look where he was going.
as it happened, i was in the lane, feet planted and prepared for this sort of thing. what i wasn't prepared for was a lack of grace.
so the guy spins, taking two steps, and runs into me: fine. people run into me, all the time ..
.. but their elbow doesn't usually hit me in the f*cking throat.
now it hurts to swallow and take (really) deep breaths; i sound like a deep bass. as luck would have it, my parents call an hour later to chat, and i wasn't wise enough to pretend that it was a cold and a sore throat.
i asked my dad to tell my mom that i was fine. i wonder if he believed me.
i tell you, those f*cking uncoordinate little sh*ts ...!!!
sometimes it seems like the only reason why i don't kill other people out of fury at such moments is because i happen to be physically incapable of doing so, at those same moments.
funny thing. when we were still dating, an ex-girlfriend wanted me to quit sports, and quit basketball in particular. she was worried that i kept on getting into collisions and getting injured.
of course, i refused .. but i have to admit, i wonder if there was some wisdom in that.