They say I’m absent-minded, that I’ve always been.  I miss things, I lose things, I break things, I walk around in black and blue legs because I seem to not have any awareness of my own body and surroundings and thus constantly run into solid objects.  I hate it.  I hate being labeled as negligent, careless and distracted.  I broke a mug, a bowl and a new spice container yesterday.  I didn’t need to wait for a real scolding because whenever this happens my parents’ voices are loud and clear in my head, berating me for the mistakes I made and reinstating that’s why I am to  never touch anything, wait outside the glassware shop and never do anything remotely adventurous because they’re not meant for scatter-brained kids like me.  
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