Why am I a mess at life?

It’s a rainy Sunday and I am about to get started on some homework, instead of going hiking as planned.  I went to this event yesterday at school, and I have to say, sometimes I think I have some sort of actual disability causing my flakiness.

I lose everything.  I currently cannot find a) my driver’s license, and b) my school ID which allows me to park in the good parking lot.  Yesterday, my friend was making fun of me for losing everything all the time and I proceeded to leave my debit card at the restaurant we went to after the event.  I went back to get it first thing this morning, but who loses three important things in one week?  It’s kind of out of hand.  (I also should point out that I was not drunk; this is just my natural state.  I also fall down a lot.)

I spill everything.  I always want to come across as classy and together, but I literally cannot hold a glass of liquid without getting at least 30% of it on myself.  It’s really embarrassing.

At one point yesterday, I grabbed a corn dog, immediately dropped it on the floor, grabbed another corn dog, and then dropped half of it on the floor.  I am conscious of these things, yet I am still incapable of … not doing them.  The worst part of it is, these are networking events and at events like these, the idea is ostensibly to make people think you are competent so they will end up helping you in your career, and there’s Caroline, splashing wine everywhere and repeatedly dropping corn dogs.  Yup, I’m awesome.

Anyone have any tips on how I can get a handle on these issues?

One Response to Why am I a mess at life?

  1. Maybe the idea is not to stop doing them, but become the life of the party with your wacky hijinks. If you were on an 80′s sitcom it would work so well.

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