I am a coffee junkie - at least four to five espressos every day, usually switching to tea (Lapsang Souchang or Earl Grey) in the late afternoon. I don’t truly function well until I’ve had my first hit of caffeine. And yesterday, having just made the debut espresso of the morning I somehow managed to drop it, sending the coffee everywhere. Of course it took around ten minutes to clean up the mess. And I couldn’t help wonder again why I have this predilection towards clumsiness. As readers of this page know, I dropped my computer on arrival in London in early September, sending it flying as I waited for my bag in Heathrow after a transatlantic flight, smashing the screen. And I cannot count the number of times I have left something behind on a plane, a train, in a taxi. I could plead the fact that I have a hugely busy and dense life - and, as such, forget to look where I am going, or simply have moments of absent-mindedness. Being a highly organized person - my apartments are all very much ordered places; bulwarks against the external chaos of life - I castigate myself when I forget something, or have a maladroit moment. I am beginning to accept the fact that, perhaps, this is a side effect of living in my head all the time. Just as I also see it as a facet of my personality. But, like most of us, I am very unforgiving toward myself when I made a wrong move. Even though wrong moves frequently lead to right moves... if you bother to learn from them. Is there a cure of clumsiness and/or forgetfulness? Or should I just accept it as an intrinsic part of my psyche?
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 15:44:34 +0000