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Being a Martial Artist is definetly not something to be ashamed of.

You've got strength, stamina, wits, and intelligence.
You are inherently better than the average person.

But sometimes, even Martial Artists screw up.
Although you're supposed to be better at everything, wasn't there a time when you totally ******** up something even a normal person is able to do?

Explain, share, and present your stupid mistakes here. ninja

(Note: They shouldn't be related to "this one time in X Style Class, I accidentally screwed up form #..." And should be focused on real, normal life. Like, "I was walking down the stairs and I tripped over nothing and broke my nose" type of thing).

xd

Well, on the subject of art, I had a pen and was drawing something. And instead of just clicking it with my finger to close it, I'd turn it over to push it on the table.

Well, I turned it over, but it didn't close for some reason, and I ended up putting a large amount of ink in my mouth.
I coughed forever, and from that day onward I never put writing utensils in my mouth again.

Which was probably a lesson I should've learned long before then, but.. I'm a niave dimwit.

Well, almost everyone's like that..

But, this one time, Someone told me they were reading the manga "Akira"(very famous anime movie).

I've seen the books for that, and they're pretty huge. So I asked, "What it about..?"

Then I second-guessed myself and said, "Or is it mostly pictures?"

Oh yeah. That one was good. ><;

(for those who don't know: Manga = comic book)

Explain this encounter with Maxwell... xd

Vincent, are you gay? (not related to klutz-ness, I swear!)

More of mine. Lesse...

I was first learning how to unicycle.
I fell on my hand, the way you are definetly not supposed to fall EVER.
And pulled a tendon.

That was like. Worse feeling then a broken bone.

Then, on this same acursed unicycle, months later, I had ODed on some Japanese gum named BlackBlack.
It was like.. some type of weird drug... 0o

Anyway.

Riding unicycle, go straight into a wall, somehow mangae to fall on my head.
I don't know how that happened, or how it's even physically possible; but I tended up on my head nad I wasn't wearing a helmet.

I wonder if that's the reason I'm so dimwitted, now. ninja

Umm... Does the frequent large-scale fights that messed up the entire classroom that me and two of my classmates used to do two years ago count, or are they too related to martial arts?

All in all first year of gymnasium was quite a blast (gymnasium has nothing to do with gym but is more like a somewhat later and a bit different version of highschool).
Being only five dudes in the class were quickly formed a strange kind of unity. We would sing loudly in the showers after gymclass, not caring if we sounded like mentally deranged goats on the run. We would fight injustice by stealing furniture from the more privileged parts of school. We would discuss any topic openly, and often the discussion was coloured by a very childish sense of humour, something the girls often joined in on too, as opposed to the showers. And then there were the fights.
It was generally just me, the anarcho-communist and the farmer, since the other two were a bit too keen on not messing up their appearance to join in, but three people were more than enough to mess up a classroom pretty bad and sometimes make enough noise for people to come up and ask us to try and be a bit more quiet.

Despite the improvised weapons however (pencil-sharpener-nunchakus being one of the anarcho-communist's more destructive inventions) there were never any serious injuries. The worst has got to be when someone more or less accidentally made use of the plastic turtle with some two month old meatsause in it, hit about three people and made a huge puddle on the floor.

So we were basically just acting like a bunch of pre-schoolers, but hey, it was fun xd

I hate growing up...

HAHA wow, I'm such a klutz too.

One day I was walking down the hallway in my high school, and I had a relatively unknown/not popular song stuck in my head. So I was singing the words to myself when I realize that I'm actually hearing the words outside of my head. And then I spot this guy toting an iPod walking right past me, and he's blasting that song. So my head whips around in shock, and while I'm trying to get a better glimpse of the kid I walk into a door.

What in the holy satanic ******** is a neurocam?