Humiliation beats Pain

I am proud to say I was the first one to baptize the stairs.

The first to kiss her ass on the stairs... well, the last 4 steps. The humiliation overshadowed the pain as I laid limp and my arms and legs carelessly flung about. My hands were over my head and my toes were painfully curled from the pain in my butt and back.

I was on my way down the stairs to eat lunch. My vision was set on the living room and TV and suddenly, all I saw was our white ceiling. I shortly wondered why my vision was like that, until I felt pain flare up my backside. I vaguely heard the thudding of my body against the wooden steps. I've also asked myself when I'll stop falling down the stairs. And when I did stop, it felt weird. I couldn't move my body so I can get up, brush off the humiliation and pain with a laugh and eat lunch.

My dad was there to witness EVERYTHING... he and mom rushed to my side and gently cradled me, gently asking which part of my body was painful. I vaguely saw my brother looking at me. It was embarrassing, being seen like that. But I couldn't laugh at my stupidity and sheer luck. I couldn't breathe coz the pain in my butt was flaring wildly... I used to remember the good 'ol days when I used to punch my sister's butt and she'd react like a man starving for air. I'd snicker and snort loudly whenever she told me she couldn't breathe as I punched her butt.

Now, I have cold and wet ice on my butt...


Kars is feeling: <-- embarrassed and humiliated