I wish I could tell you something that wasn't true. That the reason why I look the way I do was because of another reason, rather than my stupidity. I wish I could stand in the face of the crowd and declare that it was because I was the hero of the moment. That I was bold and courageous and stood in the gap for another human. I wish I didn't have to tell you how it really is and what it's really like. I wish I could yell and make a creed that I took a punch for one who perhaps didn't deserve it. That I ran in the midst of it, shoved my hands in their face and said "Don't you dare lay a hand on this precious girl. I'll take it. I'll take the punch."
Because, that's what it looks like. That's what it would seem. It would seem I'm the hero, the brave one. Full of courage. The one who chose to make change to the world for that derelict.
But no. I'm afraid not. I'm afraid that the reason why I have concussion and was taken to the doctors was for another reason. I'm afraid to say that the reason why I have a big lump protruding on my forehead, where the doctor promises that I will wake up in the morning with a black eye- it's not because I had a fist connect to my head. It's because I'm stupid. Clumsy. An idiot, really.
Today at work I was so energised. Ready to meet any surprises. Rumour was a gang was coming to stab another. And you know what, I was ready. I was ready for that challenge. My boss calls me over, I bound towards him. And as I do, I throw something in the bin and... BANG. My head connected with the metal pole. I choked on my food. And before you knew it, I had a mountain growing out of my head.
It hurt. It really hurt.
But I'm okay.
I just wish I could say it was because I took a punch, rather than I walked into a pole.