June 5, 2020

Today, something ridiculously stupid happened—I tripped on the stairs right in front of her. Yeah, that her, the one who seems like she walked straight out of my favorite indie flick. For a split second, it felt like time slowed down; I was stuck in a slow-motion scene, the clumsiest extra in my own epic fail. I never caught her reaction—I mean, did she smirk, or was it a mix of shock and pity? All I could do was unleash a torrent of self-blame, ranting like a glitching video game character in desperate need of a restart.

It's wild how a single moment can redefine everything. I keep thinking this clumsy stumble might just be the universe's quirky way of telling me to grow up—like every superhero has an origin story, maybe mine starts with a fall.