I’m not much of a klutz. I find it annoying, not funny, and therefore I avoid it. Though I use the klutziness of others as a chance to practice patience. After all, I’m just lucky I’m not the klutz. No need to get pissy about it.
Klutziness reminds me of the ways life has been robbed from me: I should be on a warm savannah, respected for my first-rate physicality, instead of reduced to this slouching, sore-back sitting ember of a man who exercises a lot by himself. Though exercising by myself is a lot better than with morons in a gym.
This has to be one of the great episodes in klutz history though: museum patron loses balance, tears Picasso painting in the act of falling. That is funny as heck! And my klutz-despising neurons are having a field day right now!
“Oh, what a lovely pai–D’OH!!!”