WTF?

 

Sometimes, I feel super refined. I say the word "film" instead of "movie." 

 

My mascara goes on evenly on both eyes. I make it downstairs without stubbing a toe.

 

I correctly quote Keats in Humanities.

 

But sometimes, I stand up from my table at Starbucks and drop all of my stuff, turn and step on it, trip, land literally with my hands and legs spread, and am offered ice by the barista for my quickly bruising face.

 

And then, I remember my true character. And I'm grateful to life for the constant reminders of who I really am.