I Feel Like A Dalek....
Have you ever wondered why humans and stairs are fundamentally incompatible? I have never really pondered this question (even when I tumbled arse over face down the stairs in a bar in Cavan and I was wearing a skirt of risque proportions) until this weekend had passed, and left me bruised, baffled and more than a little mortified.
I was in the aforementioned Bar Under, a place when Koreans and foreigners mingle unobtrusively in Sinchon, and had consumed a few cocktails and a lethal drink known as a soju kettle (six shots of soju and the most of a 2 litre bottle of soda, served in the bottle with the top hacked off). I remember very clearly turning on my ankle, falling down the first few stairs sideways before loosening my limbs in defeat and tumbling down the rest backwards. It hurt. Not that night, of course, but I woke up the next day questioning the merit of my actions. It was hilarious, though, and I'm sure that none of you would have any real trouble picturing me doing something clumsy and inept.
Anyway, like a Dalek, the machine with the stupidest fatal flaw ever, I now view stairs with trepidation. One of my fellow workmates fell up the stairs of our apartment block recently which she claims was more mentally damaging, though the physical repercussions were slight. Seoul is a true modern city in that you need stairs to access the other side of the road, often, as well as for simple things like using the bathroom, utilizing the internet. All such journeys are stair based. I now ascend and descend, planning my next fall and wondering whether or not the fetal position would be of any real use.
Hmmm, a whole blog about stairs. I am hoping that I will hear stories of solidarity and sympathy so I won't feel quite so stupid but judging by the reaction I have already received from my mother, such sympathy is likely to be in short supply. Incidentally, I am going to Thailand for a week at the end of July, where I will be sticking to uno-leveled architectural structures.
I was in the aforementioned Bar Under, a place when Koreans and foreigners mingle unobtrusively in Sinchon, and had consumed a few cocktails and a lethal drink known as a soju kettle (six shots of soju and the most of a 2 litre bottle of soda, served in the bottle with the top hacked off). I remember very clearly turning on my ankle, falling down the first few stairs sideways before loosening my limbs in defeat and tumbling down the rest backwards. It hurt. Not that night, of course, but I woke up the next day questioning the merit of my actions. It was hilarious, though, and I'm sure that none of you would have any real trouble picturing me doing something clumsy and inept.
Anyway, like a Dalek, the machine with the stupidest fatal flaw ever, I now view stairs with trepidation. One of my fellow workmates fell up the stairs of our apartment block recently which she claims was more mentally damaging, though the physical repercussions were slight. Seoul is a true modern city in that you need stairs to access the other side of the road, often, as well as for simple things like using the bathroom, utilizing the internet. All such journeys are stair based. I now ascend and descend, planning my next fall and wondering whether or not the fetal position would be of any real use.
Hmmm, a whole blog about stairs. I am hoping that I will hear stories of solidarity and sympathy so I won't feel quite so stupid but judging by the reaction I have already received from my mother, such sympathy is likely to be in short supply. Incidentally, I am going to Thailand for a week at the end of July, where I will be sticking to uno-leveled architectural structures.
posted by Korrena at 11:27 PM
1 Comments:
hey hon, i can just picture you falling down them stairs wih a look of abject (drunken) horror on your face.
i empathise with your friend in falling UP the stairs, i have done that one too many times and whilst im SOBER. doing it in school then foolishly pretending that you were just running up the stairs or that you intended to do it is most fun.
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