Besides the fact that they really just don’t seem that fun, part of my lack of interest in sports is my overall lack of coordination. On multiple occasions playing basketball on a team through my middle school years, I’d find myself shooting a basket under the backboard, only to have it hit the underside of the rim and come right back at my nose. As more evidence, I present my almost uncanny ability to choke on water daily. It somehow always manages to slip back into the wrong pipe, and make me cough violently. I, of course, am not to blame. My cerebellum is.
The cerebellum is, in a nutshell, your anti-klutz center. It helps coordinate and automate movements, and does error checking, too: if I reach for a glass and knock it over, the cerebellum gets a signal to adjust its coordination in the future. Mine, however, seems to mess up in spurts. I’ve have a month or two without a problem, and then out of nowhere, a whole slew of goofs, leading to large messes and stained clothes. (I have, for this reason, become something of a stain-removing expert.)
Today was one of those days. I’m surprised I didn’t end up wrecking my car. Then again, the day isn’t over yet. I ended up dropping a big yogurt container, splattering it everywhere, followed by staining my jeans with some Indian paneer sauce and splattering it all over the kitchen. Then I almost spilled the curry *again*. Oh, and this morning, I knocked my deodorant into the toilet. And just now I dropped my keys and almost lost them over a ledge. Please pray for my safety. On days like this, I need it.