Hey there, World.
I've been wrapped up in some pretty crazy stuff these past few weeks (we'll talk about that later - it's not funny just yet). It's finals week and I'm tired of studying for now, so I thought I'd check into the blogosphere with a mini spastic update.
If you know me, then you may know I have a little something called LLD. No, it's nothing like ADD, even though it may seem like it sometimes. For reasons unknown to me, the medical world thought it was necessary to assign an acronym to 'leg length discrepancy.' In case acronyms scare the bajeebers out of you, that basically means that one of my legs is significantly shorter than the other. This actually turns out to be a rather convenient scapegoat for my less-than-graceful ways.
On with the story. When I have to stop my bike, I don't like to get off the seat; I prefer to just drop one leg like a kickstand. This is nearly always done with my long leg (the left), for obvious reasons. On occasion, though, I forget about my LLD and try to use my right. That usually results in my seeing you, The World, from a very different perspective: taller, and possibly upside down.
This morning, I had yet another lapse in judgment and tried my short leg again. I guess my subconscious just wanted to see if it had grown. Predictably, it was still about two centimeters shy of touching the sidewalk. I managed to catch myself, but my bike wasn't so lucky. It hit the pavement hard, as usual. People stared. I laughed inside.
And that's the long and short of it. I know, that was bad. I've been deprived of puns this week, so I'm taking it out on you. Deal with it.
