Last night I tripped.
When I was sober.
After a company dinner.
When some big MDs were in town from London, France and Saudi.
Because tripping on yourself, when you’re sober, in front of some of the smartest people you’ve ever met that already think you are just a silly girl with no direction in life is completely acceptable. And the reality is that no one actually had to know I tripped and fell. For all intents and purposes, I was far enough away from the clan because I was on my way to the taxi stand. Except for the fact that I fell onto the aluminium sheet in front of the escalator and the clang echoed through the financial centre and into the desert, shifting sand and parting seas. I fell in slow motion and exited my body so that I could see the mortifying event happen from the 3rd party perspective, I could feel my shoe get tangled in itself as I tried to pull my foot out of the mess and instead loose balance. I reached out my hand so that I could catch myself but forgot my hand was holding my phone, which only further enhanced the sound waves’ explosion into a mushroom cloud over Dubai. The guys from my office called out from the other side of the plaza to see if I was ok. Those nearby rushed over to help me up and check my well being. And, to make matters worse, this actually and truly hurt making everyone’s attention not welcome. To add insult to injury, one of the guys from my office decided to share a cab with me. Why, you ask, am I rejecting everyone’s concern? All I wanted was to go, hide in a corner and let my tears heal my wound. Instead, I had to force a happy face and pretend like this was just a bump on the knee. Oh haha, I’m so clumsy. Silly me. So, like the psycho that I am, I told the taxi driver to drop me a few blocks from my home so that I could finally use those blocks to feel extraordinarily sorry for myself. Which was dumb, of course, because that meant that I was walking home along the highway like some hooker dressed up in a suit for weird roleplay.
Yay for me, my pride and my stubbornness.