|The summer she went clumsy
||[Jun. 24th, 2009|05:38 pm]
That was the summer everything went wrong. The year she became clumsy, tripping over her own feet, like the cliche teenage boy who is said to be "tall and gangly, and doesn't know where his joints are". She knew where her joints were, she knew how to use her body, at least she thought she did. She had known how to use it for a while.|
It was the summer she was clumsy, the falls didn't hurt and people didn't laugh too much, but she cut a ridiculous figure, from standing to sprawling. Her knees didn't buckle, she literally just tripped over her own feet, as one somehow seemed to get in the way of the other.
The weather was gorgeous, and she cut an acceptable figure on campus, her clothing having regressed to high school style, almost fashionable, but her feet had suddenly no longer wanted to obey Pauli's principle. They wanted to be in the same place at the same, reality interfered, and she tripped.
She was emotionally unstable, like a spinning top that was slightly unbalanced. You twirled it with your fingers on the table and the third time it skids off, beneath the table you don't bother finding it. Sometimes she had control over who span, sometimes someone just dropped by the kitchen, picked her up and off she span. She wondered if the falls where an expression of how she was offbalance inside, a physical expression of an emotional problem.
She didn't know what she wanted, where she was going, and in the mean time she kept tripping.