That's right. This is going to happen in parts. Because I fail, often, and in so many aspects in life due to natural lack in talent, the inability foresee and account for potential danger, random emotional distress, and just sheer laziness, that I imagine this could become a series chronicling all the ways I fail.
But I'll start on a light note, a kung fu note, where it's okay to fail just a little, as long as I'm not fighting anyone, or jumping off anything, or holding anything important, like the lion head or a sharp object that would be more dangerous to myself than anyone else, or doing a form in public, or defending the school's honor. Yeah.
Recently, I've been blessed with the special attention from Sifu. Not out of extraordinary skill or dedication - any natural talent or time I might have had to practice I demolish with severe alcoholism - but rather, because there is no one new left. (hurray for default win!). Regardless of the reasoning, this special interest warms my heart and body temperature, especially when he sends his disciples to san sau with me one after the other. I always liked getting hit on by tall men, especially when it lands in the face. But really, it's awesome, tons of fun and they always offer great advice: such as, "Stop hitting like a girl," or "Stop being tired," and "Stop losing so much."
So I fail in kung fu, and on a daily basis. And today's fail? After getting smacked in the neck, jabbed in those damn floating ribs, and square in the nose?
"Sifu, tell her to not be tired. And can you teach her to have longer arms? I don't think she'll ever win without some of those."
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