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.

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.

Present! Minus the cute angle. This troper tops Bella Swan 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.

This Troper Runs into so much stuff that it doesn't even phase her anymore. While she doesn't fall often, the way she can shift her balance when she's about to fall has amazed her friends. Oh, yes, if there is a game involving a ball, she is going to get hit in the face with it.

This troper and her sister had a lovely team version of this trope the other day. We walked to the grocery store because she was craving tomato soup, then stopped in the drugstore to pick up contact lens cleaning fluid. After paying for the cleaning fluid, my sister apparently underestimated the clearance required to bring the bottle past the edge of the counter to a comfortable carrying place at her side, resulting in a comically loud clunk. Then as we were walking out, giggling about her mishap, I adjusted my hold on the grocery bag. Oops. My sister accidentally kicked the hummus (impulse buy) after it rolled out, and I had to chase it nearly to the automatic doors. Walking home, I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk.

Note: the only exceptional part of this day was that my sister was involved. I have been hit in the face with every type of sports projectile I have ever encountered, I have scars I don't remember getting, I walk into walls (and in one case, headfirst into a pipe that was shorter than me, thanks to being bent over a book), I spill a full glass of milk at least once a month, and when my mom dropped a smoothie (freshly made, and we use frozen fruit - brrr) in my lap, I was glad because for once it wasn't my fault.

This troper's mother was extremely relieved when she turned eighteen, because she always worried someone would see her multifarious, omnipresent bruises and cuts and call child services. No... tables, chairs, doorknobs, and dishwashers beat her. If not for eleven years of ice skating, thus very good balance, she'd probably spend more time on the floor than standing, judging by how often she trips. When she actually does fall, however, it often results in broken bones, extremely loud crashes, or property damage. Yeah.

If it wasn't for the ice skating I'd think you were my sister, whose exploits culminated in splitting her head open on a radiator which is a full foot shorter than the sofa which sits in front of it (placed there to prevent just such occurances). This lead to my mother observing to the nurse in A&E 'I know ''what'' she did, I just can't figure out ''how'''.

This troper has dyspraxia. This means terrible balance and coordination, as well as just not noticing things. Like cars, or lampposts, or that he's about to put a foot down on the hem of his trenchcoat.

Oh my God, I do the same thing! I have terrible balance and coordination problems and can completely block out objects in my mind such as poles or shopping carts or even other people. And I've been known to trip over the hem of my trousers. I also looked up "dyspraxia" on {{The Other Wiki}} and the parts about "establishing the correct pencil grip" and "hand aching while writing" (under fine motor control) have always been my problem too! I'm going to have to talk to my doctor about this, but you may have just explained a lifetime of clumsiness and poor motor control for me!

This troper broke two vases today while taking out the trash.

I was arguing with my brother about whether or whether not I was clumsy. It ended with me shouting, "I am NOT clumsy!" turning around and smacking directly into a doorframe, and then an OffscreenCrash from me dropping something in another room.

I often demonstrates klutziness at work. I am a primary school teacher, and I am grateful for the fact that these things mostly occurr in the staff room and not in front of my students.

I have somehow managed to walk straight into the same flip chart twice. I know very well that it's there, so I should not have a problem with it. I think the accursed thing is out to get me.

I once accidentally pressed the start button of a photocopier with my breast.

I once got chewing gum in my hair (which is very long), and I had to cut a strand off entirely.

I once accidentally dragged a dustpan and a duster out of the staff kitchen, because they had become entangled with the straps of my bag. I didn't notice it until one of my colleagues pointed it out.

This is the worst case that has happened in front of a class: I decided to drink from the drinking fountain while teaching. The water came out with greater pressure than I had expected, and my face, bangs, glasses and shirt became soaking wet. The students sure had fun. I have never used the classroom fountains again.

And last weekend I accidentally kicked a table leg. It hurt a lot because a piece of a toenail came off. Ouchy. I did all this while seated. Yay.

You are so much like me, almost none of my accidents have happened in the staff room though-they are always in the most public place possible. Today in front of my class I have fallen over a bin once and a chair three times, caught my arm on one of those things you use to cut paper in a straight line...luckily not the sharp bit, but it still caused me to get a small mark on my arm and cut the paper a bit uneven. The paper I am putting the children's work on kept rolling up, it turned out ok in the end though, but cause of the accident while cutting it the border it was used for is slightly uneven! I also shut my finger in a door in front of my whole class. That is just one day of accidents from me!

Where do I begin?? I've...

Gotten my incredibly thick, curly hair caught in a revolving Christmas tree

Gotten my hair caught in a car window (five minutes after it was stuck on a revolving Christmas tree)

Nearly knocked over a bookcase at school

Tripped over a friend's french horn

Kicked a wall (don't ask)

Got pushed out of my bed BY MY DOG

Chipped a tooth by tripping on concrete in Crocs. I no longer wear Crocs. Big. Shocker.

Fallen off monkey bars. Like 6 times.

Fell flat on my face in PE. While running. Over a flat surface.

Do I win?

I tripped over a desk once, does that count?

I've always been extremely clumsy, walking into cupboards and doors and dropping stuff all my life, but the Ur Example has to be spilling juice from across a table all over a test. An AP test. Since then, I've been wary around food and liquids, but the general clumsiness has not gone away.

Ha, I spilled iced tea over a W2 form once. YIKES! Thankfully I didn't have any actual sugar in my iced tea (just Sweet & Low and some lemon juice) so it didn't get sticky as a result, but I did have to be very careful about letting the form dry and seeing if there were no stains before my appointment with my tax preparer.

This troper constantly runs into doors, the sides of tables (the corners especially), slips on his own feet and many more. However, he has also developed massive pain tolerance and the ability to recover his balance almost instinctively because of this.

I'm pretty imbalanced, but not that bad...unless anything consumable is involved, in which case I become this turned up to eleven. If I'm eating something hot I will, without fail, manage to coat my face in it resulting in screams of pain. And if it happens to be a glass of water, it gets even more ridiculous. I once forgot to swallow before talking, resulting in me responding to a question with "BLUBLUBLUH" and coating myself in water while being laughed at. I also managed to completely soak myself by pouring out a glass of water once.

The only possible way I can look coordinated while walking is if I walk at a very fast pace, almost like a power walk. Otherwise I'll trip over flat surfaces. I have also managed to break several ceramic, glass, and crystal items, spent the entirety of my 1st - 8th grade life with scrapes on my knees, palms, and sometimes even my elbows from tripping and falling down (I love hydrogen peroxide!), and I have less inherent grace in me than does Nancy Grace (meow!). I am a klutz queen.

ThisTroper is the most uncoordinated person she knows. She frequently bumps into furniture (especially in the hip area) from misstepping, tripping up the stairs, dropping things (one particular case was where she dropped her Chemistry textbook, and the corner of the spine hit the skin between her big and second toes), and, of course, falling - five specific times in 2010 (two of them resulted in some sort of injury - once hitting her shin and once spraining her ankle).

This troper tends to make clumsiness dramatic and visually stunning. When this troper flew face-first into a glass door while trying to catch a train, she only realized afterwards that she had immidiately shrugged it off as an everyday occurence, rounded the door and kept running. Another time, she was running late to a meeting with her friends and ran most of the way until she was only a few meters from them, when she slipped and face planted at their feet. Other instances include whacking herself in the face with a baton, toppling under the weight of her backpack, hitting her hands on stuff by snapping her fingers or just gesticulating, missing a step in the stairs, and walking into door frames.

I trip over my own feet even when I'm wearing flip-flops, and have accidentally fallen over when I leaned too far right.

A friend of this troper's has this ''bad'', to the point we've started calling it 'doing a Maddie'. Part of this is due to an inner ear imbalance, so she doesn't exactly have the greatest of equalibrium in the first place, but as another friend who has known her since high school has said, she trips over '''different coloured tiles'''. She tends to take rather serious-looking spills when among random strangers, and this troper and her friends often have to say "don't worry, this happens on the regular basis". Luckily she hasn't been seriously injured yet *knocks on wood*.

This Troper wins for the sheer fact that what his ultimate example is so just so pathetic no one would ever make it up. Alright, so normally I just do the usual. I walk into parked cars, fall backwards over tables. Stub my toes on lawn chairs. Hit my head on the doorknob and fall off roofs. Now, my Crowning Moment Of Stupidity is when, two weeks away from my freshman year I was taking a shower. I reached for my shampoo, slipped and fell backwards. I broke the soap dish on my way down and hit my head on the wall. I woke up ten minutes later, naked, wet, with broken porcelain on my leg, and blood in the water. I was in the Hospital not soon after, getting fifteen stitches in my left ass cheek. I won.

I am a complete klutz. Dexterity is my DumpStat: 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...

Yet, I have some points in Charisma since I am a cute boy.

This Troper has become a magnet to coffee tables and the sides of walls. Not to mention this troper utterly destroyed enough headphones to fill a graveyard. Not to mention a fond memory of many fellow students was when I tried to play kickball. And somehow missed, stepped on the ball, spun around, and fell on my back.