Born Out of Boredom

Thank You Bicycle for the Wounds!

This happened around two weeks ago while I was visiting my best friend's house. Let's called her J, the house owner, and the other was K, the always-by-J's-side kind of type buddy. They are super close, I guess, as they confirmed that their relationship is purely platonic aka no crushing involved.

J said the weather was nice today, it was sunny but also kinda windy which I agreed with. It was such a heaven sent in the middle of Sunday afternoon as the entire week's weather was either always gloomy or rainy, the cat and dog kind of rain. So, J knew she had to take opportunity and cherish today's weather by cycling around outside, even just for couple minutes. She began to take out her old sport bicycle as myself and K followed her to the front terrace. J hopped to her bicycle excitedly with a small smirk on her face as she rode it. For solid 10 minutes, both of me and K were waiting and sometimes followed J behind as she went quickly back and forth riding her bicycle. To kill the silence between us, I started to tell them story when I was on the second grade in junior high school. My old friend back then ever taught me to ride bicycle which I didn't manage to finish it completely, resulting I couldn't ride it until now. I'm 23. The farthest distance I rode the bicycle was around 200 meters without falling. They laughed and doubting the fact that I couldn't ride bicycle.

J hopped down of hers and offered me to take the second chance which made her looked like a matchmaker for me and bicycle. I said yes for the sake of old time and nostalgia of my junior high school memory. I hopped to her bicycle and sat on it. It felt awkward and fine at the same time, but I was doubting myself too, I was sure I couldn't break the 200 meters record by now. Because of the reason on my self doubt, I decided to sit still and not riding it. J assured me that I'd make it by taking it slowly, then I did, slowly, and stopped. This happened for moment until I fell down. The dramatic idiotic fell went like this:

I tried to balance my body weight on the bicycle with my right foot while the left foot on top of the paddle. Then, as I paddled with my left foot, I lost control and balance, resulting my idiotic and clumsy self fell on the right side of the bike, my right knee hit the ground first, it was super hard and fast, then followed by the left knee with a little drag on the harsh street surface. J and K were shocked and I believed they didn't expect to witness me fell down as the bike was steady and haven't moved since the first super slow and amateur-ish paddle. They didn't hold the laugh, they burst to the biggest LOL ever. As it happened so quickly, I haven't felt any pain or even shocked until I finished laughing and realized what just happened a minute ago. The pain on both knees came to the surface with small but sharp sensation kind of pain. J suggested and offered herself to take care of my wounded knees as she finished laughing, leaving K in shocked and still wondering how terrible myself was as I fell from non-moving bike. We then went inside J's house.

It was silly I must admit, even until today when I look and check at my purple-ish dried wounds, I sometimes still come up with a small laughter because I was that bad, I am that bad. But these wounds make me realize and recall the old silly good time back then, and remind me of how falling from something and catching wounds feel like. 'Ah! So this is how it feels like' kind of feeling, a liberation and let-loose feeling I may say.