Wow, to think that ''I'd'' have to launch this page? @/{{SpiriTsunami}} is a ''male'' {{Dojikko}}. A list will follow.

Common exploits include:

Dropping things for no apparent reason--usually ''food''.

Not realizing that a ramp is starting and thereby hitting the ground too hard because I expected ground where there was air.

Not realizing that a staircase is ''ending'' and thereby hitting the ground too hard because I expected ''air'' where there was ''ground''.

Banging into doors because I tried to push when I should've pulled or vice versa.

Banging into doors because I didn't turn the knob all the way and the door is still shut.

Smashing myself with doors by pushing so hard that they reach the limits of how far they can open and come back at me.

''Stumbling through'' doorways because my weight is being put on it under the expectation that the hinge is on the other side.

Isolated occurences include:

Walking into a screen door that I ''just didn't see''.

Tearing off a belt loop in an attempt to keep my pants up. (Note to self: yes, the belt ''has'' been reappropriated as a ''female'' fashion accessory, but with my lack of a waistline, appearances have to be secondary to practicality.)

''Breaking a glass with my teeth.'' I ''wish'' I were making that up. Luckily it was a nice even break, one major piece and a few particles that were too small to have a jagged edge, and I didn't draw any blood.

Are you me?

This troper's sister still tops everyone he has ever seen. She's fallen and missed the floor (no, she did not learn to fly due to this), and has somehow caught her head in a car door multiple times. There was the one memorable instance where she went to carry a bowl of homemade blueberry pudding over a carpeted area, despite all pleas to the contrary. She even said, "It's not that far; it's not like I trip over everything." She didn't even make it two feet before tripping and spilling half of it on the carpet. She inherited this from our mother, who is never asked to bring a drink with her from the kitchen for very good reason.

This troper, minus the cute (at least in my eyes). I'm known for falling down and popping back up with an "I'm OK!" at least twice a day, I've ran into glass doors, I've tripped over my own feet or tripped others with my feet by accident...

Present! Minus the cute angle. This troper tops Bella Swann in terms of sheer clumsiness. I've hit golf balls thirty feet and hit somebody (this was playing mini-golf), I trip over things, I drop stuff, I recently attempted to get off a boat onto the dock, the boat floated backwards, and one foot went very far down while forward momentum propelled my torso onto the dock, with the end result of several scrapes and a three-inch-diameter circular bruise on my thigh. I've also go three successive weeks in a fencing class where I either fall over or drop the sword ''at least'' once per week. Said tendency is made worse because I insist on doing things such as tree climbing, sitting on anything ''but'' the chairs, and so forth, whenever possible.

This troper has numerously run into both glass ''and'' screen doors, had a printer fall onto her face ((Seriously)), and on the very last school day, decided to run across the street, in the rain, wearing flip-flops...which caused her to face-plant into the cement.

Somehow, I've managed to hit the ceiling fan multiple times, despite living in the same house for years. Given that I'm 6'6", the prospect of multiple trips to sickbay with concussions and whacked shins was why I went for the Army instead of the Navy.

This Troper always trips over things, drops stuff, has sprained her left ankle at least ''twice'' seriously (and now it constantly hurts a bit), and often has dark bruises all over that she can't remember when or where she got them from bumping on tables or chairs.

This troper is at personal odds with gravity. (I've dumped him twice, but he's very...clingy.) And the forces of physics in general. I drop things covered in glue, trip over hydrogen atoms, bang into things that don't exist, and I can't remember the last time I walked down a public bus without stumbling. Just look at my last soccer match--I fell over seventeen times ''in the first half''. The amount of falls executed by the rest of the players on the field during the entire game came to about five. At this point in time, I have no less than four unhealed scrapes on various parts of my knees, and am so used to falling over, I can literally bounce straight back up with a happy grin on my face while my legs slowly start to drip with blood. I have no idea if it makes me cute, but it tends to get a giggle out of the crowd, so at least I ain't hurting anyone.

This troper doesn't think she has the cute part down but the clumsy part hell yeah! I constantly trip over thin air, drop things, break things, bash into people, stagger about, there have been a few memorable ones though such as:

Slipping off of a couch and biting through my bottom lip

Trapping my finger in a car door, another hospital visit

Falling off of a flower border and spraining my wrist

Knocking a can of coke off of the counter at work which then exploded all over me and a lot of cakes

Dropping a tray of drink cans at work which then exploded everywhere

I am very surprised that I have survived this long without breaking any bones, however it does mean i am pretty much constantly bruised

This troper is dyspraxic, and thus ends up walking into things, as well as dropping things, tripping, and so forth. This has given this troper a rather blase attitude towards injuries, to the point of skinning his palm entirely after a fall and shrugging it off even while people fussed over it.

Another dyspraxic (but female) troper here. Ditto all of the above, including the "Huh when did that bruise/cut happen". Also I'm so used to apologising for bumping into others that I say sorry even when it wasn't my fault... or when I've walked into a lamppost not a person.

This troper has expected stairs where there were none and ended up running into walls at school... multiple times, including the last day of freshman year. She has also smashed a finger in a garage door, literally run (down a hill with her eyes closed) into a telephone pole, frequently smashed hands into doorways while walking through them, jammed a thumb on herself, whacked a metal spoon she was holding between her teeth, tripped over nothing, ran a hand into the corner of a fire extinguisher box (very pointy) while carrying plywood, and lots of accidental self-whacking. This troper also has also crashed a bike, requiring 21 stitches, which was separate from the time she biked into a wall.

This Troper has fallen ''up'' stairs, down stairs, off her bike, had her bike fall on her (multiple times), twisted her ankle running across a football field, tripped over the dust in the air, knocked too many drinks over to count, dropped glasses and had them explode, fallen out of bed, fallen in the rain, gotten tangled up in her own legs while marching, and regularly finds new random bruises she doesn't remember getting. Oh, and once she ran into a bed every time she walked by it. Every time.

A friend of This Troper fits this perfectly. Hell, she once even managed to fall over while lying down. At one point, she was surprised that it had been 2 days since she'd fallen over. I bet her $10 she couldn't make it to the end of the week. She accepts, then trips over her own feet.

Male version here. I tend to drop things after holding them in my hands for just some short time. Sometimes I try to open doors, only to discover I:

Didn't push hard enough. Cue door not opening and me hitting it.

Tried opening it the wrong way. Door won't budge.

Didn't press down/turn the door handle/knob far enough. Door won't budge. Also sometimes happens with locked doors.

Open a door, but push too hard. Door swings open, and in one memorable occasion the handle went through the (cubicle) wall the door banged against (now there's a metal plate).

Go through door, but hit door as I didn't push it hard enough and it closes.

Successfully manage to pass door, but get my clothes caught on door knob/handle. Cue "GLURK!" as I suddenly and shockingly discover this and almost fall.

This troper, of course minus the "cute" part, at least in her eyes. She really can't post any examples, because this sort of thing has become routine for her. Being a total ButtMonkey probably helps.

This troper's girlfriend, full-throttle. There have been some comparisons to Bella from ''Twilight'', as she's almost always finding new ways to hurt herself. If she sees a ledge, chances are she'll jump up and start walking along it, even the outer wall of the Castillo de San Marcos in St. Augustine, which is the only thing between the tourists and the bay. There's even a picture of her standing on a ledge, mouth wide open in delight, and her arms out by her side, while this troper is standing below her with his arms out to catch her. She once managed to pull the power cord of a vacuum cleaner out the wall so hard that it bloodied her nose.

This troper has fallen up stairs, down stairs, slipped on ice after talking about how she was good on ice, dropped and shattered glases, including once on her ''foot'', broken her laptop numerous times despite it being from a line that's known for being very tough, broken her DS within a week of getting it while doing nothing wrong, tripped on her skirt, tripped on flat ground, tripped on her own feet, ran into walls, walked into walls, hit herself in the head with a GameBoyAdvance, cut herself on a CD, cut herself on window blinds while cleaning them, cut herself on her own fingernail on accident, gotten bleach in her eye, gotten bug spray into her eye, slid into a ditch while trying to avoid a speeding ambulance on a country road while driving and took out a mailbox, scarred her knees while climbing out of her mother's truck, hurt her foot playing DDR, and accidentally misnamed numerous pokemon AAAAAAAAAA due to finger slips. This troper regularly discovers bruises and cuts on her arms and legs that she does not remember getting (and no comments about how random bruising is a sign of disease; random cuts are not). This (relatively neurotypical) troper is actually klutzier than her friend who has ''cerebral palsy.''

This Troper supposes she's one, though she doesn't think the cute bit applies. She guesses she probably just has no common sense - things that are blindingly obvious are left out of things, she stumbles over basic tasks, and then there's the physically clumsy - like filling a mug up to the top and trying to bring it from the kitchen to the living room - which includes plenty of baby steps and shaky hands. Falling down stairs, hitting her head, dropping things, trapping her finger in a car door, bashing into people, leaving things open, etc. She's also left her memory stick (and other items) behind so often she actually lost it - then got a new one, which ended up lost outside and dented, possibly by ''passing cars''. It's just annoying now, and any cute it could have had is lost by her reaction to these things - which is anger and protests of the "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to forget!" kind (and her general reaction to most things in public anyway, meaning she isn't cute anyway - mild annoyance and mild everything pretty much).

This troper's best friend is one. She got hit by a PARKED car... and tripped over a line. Oh, and she tripped over a rock the size of an ice cube, fell on it, and shattered her elbow. *facepalm*

This troper was in a café the other day when a waitress dropped a fork onto the floor. The said waitress happens to be quite little, cute-looking and Japanese (all the staff wear name badges), so perhaps this would count as {{Dojikko}}-ness...

Totally this troper. My friends wonder how I even managed to survive in this world. No matter how I screw something up or injure myself, I always seem to spring back up with a smile on my face.

While This Troper doesn't want to call herself cute, she is however quite clumsy. Her laundry list of clumsy moments include falling out of her own chair, running into a parked car, taking out a chunk of her finger once while cutting open a bag of pickles at work, walked into a door, nearly taking down a clothing display while shopping, and the topper is somehow knocking off her own cap while walking to get her degree this past week at college graduation.

This troper's main method of coming out of her room recently seems to be falling into the wall directly across from the door.

Subverted, this troper is a wiry sort of guy who never learned to care about falling over due to being MadeOfIron. As such, he terrifies onlookers by falling over, tripping on things, striking things while gesturing and once getting hit by an SUV and nonchalantly walking away. The really strange bit is that I really could stop but just never bring myself to.

I knew a girl for a year, but never dared approach her out of shyness. Then I saw her cursing under her breath while fumbling with an oversized portfolio, and shortly afterwards, we became friends.

I know one girl at School who is cute as a button and trips over everything

Mild case with this Troper minus the cute (I've seen dustbins cuter than I am). One time I was emptying the dish washer, and put the chopsticks into a container for spatulas, wooden spoons, etc. And last year at Band Festival, I walked right into a pillar (though my bassoon saved me from any direct contact).

This troper has a friend who becomes hyperactive from the smallest amount of suger (due to a allergy) and lousy co-ordination on par with somebody suffering an inner ear infection. Let me repeat: a clumsy girl on hair-trigger hyperactivity. {{Hilarity Ensues}}.

The girl this troper likes at school... Don't judge me... *Shoots*

I am amazingly clumsy-I fell up the stairs, fall over things, walk into doors, fall over my own feet, break nails, slip over on mud and look like ive pooped myself...anything I can possibly fall over or have an accident with.

This troper knows a girl who is so clumsy she once cut herself on bread. She is thoroughly adorable.

This troper is a male version of this. Just this week, he has knocked over 5 glasses of water, hit his foot against a wall and tripped, and hit his hand on a ceiling fan when he was stretching. Another recent, more serious case of injury in part of said clumsiness occured about a month ago when he was walking down the street one day and tripped on a sharp metal object, leading to severe bruising in one leg and profuse bleeding in the other.

This Troper's wife pretty clearly falls under this trope. She constantly gets bruises from bumping into our bed, somehow missing that she's next to it or something. She's also been known to trip over her own two feet and will usually fall over with a rather cute cry of dismay.

This Troper is pretty clumsy. At least 3-4 times a year, she'll suddenly drop a knife or fork when eating, and spill her drink double as many times. She's also prone to hitting the space between her toes - anyone who's done that will know how painful it is.

This troper regularly trips over her own feet, the cat, and -air-. Also, this troper has been known to fall -up- a flight of stairs. This has happened more than once. She's very good with sharp objects, but anything else is a crapshoot.

This troper has a variety of unbelievably clumsy Japanese teachers - one has a routine habit of accidentally launching whiteboard pens across the room, she also drops stacks of handouts, bumps into walls and corners, and manages to walk into/elbow pretty much every piece of furniture in the classroom. A case of {{Dojikko}} as everyone I know adores her. Another of my teachers was once walking backwards while talking - she stumbled on NOTHING, fell over, smashed her elbows on the tables on either side, and then hurriedly got up and apologised as if she'd somehow inconvenienced or offended us. Got to love that Japanese spirit.

I've always resembled Linda Ronstadt so you can take from that your own judgements as to whether you think I should be "cute" or not, but one thing I certainly am is "clumsy"! (And I'm also a girl, but, well, this is a given.) I used to trip and fall so many times I came to realize that I preferred hydrogen peroxide over rubbing alcohol in the post-washing up treatment of my cuts and scrapes. I've twisted my ankles an innumerable amount of times. I can trip even when there's nothing on the floor or ground. I've got a terrible case of butter fingers and have broken several dishes in the kitchen as a result. There is nothing elegant and graceful about me. I am simply clumsy.

This troper and her mum fit this trope perfectly. dishes,glasses,mugs,etc don't last long in our kitchen and we're never asked to pour hot water or carry delicate stuff. This tropers finds new cuts and bruises on every shower and she's grown so used to it she doesn't even question it. She routinely falls,trips,crashes against stufff,like doors and walls and posts and trees that have been there for years, and while she finds frameless glassess cute, after crashing against the kitche door and breaking them, not so much. as a result, this troper's body is full of scars,her left wrist hurts often due to an unttended injury and her left ankle hurts often due especially when running due to several twists over the year, while falling and climbing and running.

I am not a cute clumsy girl, but a cute clumsy boy. Yet, my father and my friends finds it cute and laughable. My exploits so far:

Often dropping stuff I hold.

Often pushing a door that needs to be pulled and vice versa.

Often put some of my drinks on my clothes.

The same for Ice Cream and yogurt.

Often forgetting a staircase ending, hitting the ground when expecting air and vice versa.

Cutting myself with Papercut a playing card (I believe it was an ace).

I once ran into a screen wall outside my university classroom while talking on the phone.

Slipping in a staircase.

Walking into cables coming out of my computer (mouse, headphones...).

Banging my toes against furniture. Ouch.

Accidentally hitting my own gonads, sometimes with an item, sometimes with my bare hands...

How this Troper keeps her job as a busser at a pizza restaurant/bar is a mystery. Sure, everyone who works there has dropped and broken the odd pint glass. But A WHOLE RACK FULL OF THEM? And let's not even count the times I've run head-on into one of the wait staff because I couldn't get out of the way fast enough.