Tripping is a part of life for some people, but not for everyone, and that’s fine.
It’s been a major part of my life for (I’m embarrassed to admit) as long as I can remember. I’ve spoken with several therapists about why this might be, and the most convincing explanation I can think of is because I am so weak, both of mind and body.
Sensing a pattern, I’ve put together an incomplete list of places I’ve tripped.
- On a party bus at my “boyfriend’s” senior prom (he actually wouldn’t let me call him my boyfriend)
- Every winter in college
- During Senior Week at college
- In my childhood home
- In my current apartment
- In my first, second, and third apartments
- In the middle of the street in Cobble Hill
- At a dance party
- Next to a construction site on the way to work
- On the steps going down to the New York subway
- On the steps going down to the Washington D.C. metro
- On the steps coming out of the Paris métro
- Under scaffolding behind Port Authority holding a sandwich
- Secretly, in the bathroom at work
- Walking by my bed to get to my bathroom, daily
- Outside the old Condé Nast building
- Inside the old Condé Nast building
- After drinking, in a snowbank
- In every carpeted hallway