Take Away Expert

A couple of years ago I bought a food processor and promptly sliced my thumb open on its first wash.  It triggered someone who hadn’t spoken to me for a while to get back in touch (to take the Mick) so I’m wondering if this evening’s clumsiness might do likewise.

thumbinjury

I mean, honestly, who thought it was a good idea to make a pan with a metal handle?! Metal, of course, being a fantastic conductor go heat.  The pan in question would be a thick based cast iron griddle pan, the sort you can’t drop on your stone floor as the handle is burning through your index finger.

Dropping it could also potentially ruin your ostrich steak!

On Nearly Valentine’s Day 2014, Elliot Aronson, Ben Willerman and Joanne Floyd published a paper titled The effect of a pratfall on increasing interpersonal attractiveness.  I never before realised that pratfall was a real word, but I like it!

They found that being clumsy could actually make you more attractive, but there was a fairly hefty caveat to that.  The increased attractiveness would only kick in if the aforementioned prat was previously perceived as being good at what they were doing while they make the mistake.  The mistake reduced the superiority a little and makes them seem more human.

Turns out that if you’re rubbish at something, also being clumsy at it just confirms the suspicion.

It’s probably a good job that I’m at least good at buying takeaway.

Swears she’s okay
Don’t need a witness to her feelings
She watches them escape, the good ones get away
So, cut and paste
And the stitches of her feeling unraveling this way
Makes her feel ashamed

All around her people stare as she slowly falls apart
Picking up pieces of her clumsy little heart
It’s hard to know where you’re going
When you don’t know where to start
But that’s just life and that’s the hardest part
That’s the hardest part
Yeah, that’s the hardest part

Spinning off track
Hit the red and peddle black
Trying to make it pay
But it can never walk away
Staring at his hand like it somehow holds the future
Wondering what went wrong
Wrestling the odds

All around him people stare as he slowly falls apart
Picking up diamonds, spades, clubs and hearts
It’s hard to know where you’re going
When you don’t know where to start
But that’s just life and that’s the hardest part
That’s the hardest part
Yeah, that’s the hardest part

It’s hard to know were we’re going
When we don’t, we don’t know where to start
That’s the hardest part
That’s the hardest part
Yeah, that’s the hardest part
That’s the hardest part
Yeah, that’s the hardest part

All around her people stare as she slowly falls apart
Picking up pieces of her clumsy little heart
It’s hard to know where you’re going
When you don’t know where to start
But that’s just life and that’s the hardest part

Clumsy Little Heart by Every Avenue

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