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The Girl in the Plastic Bubble

08/23/2012 01:06 pm ET | Updated Oct 23, 2012

We all have unusual quirks: obsessive hand washing, hair twirling, tilting your head to one side when you don't understand something, showering five times a day... things that would ordinarily drive another person insane that we can't help but do. It's a habit that sometimes can't be broken. Even with professional help or divine intervention.

I have many habits, and I mean many: clacking my rings against a table, rubbing my nose while I read, cracking my knuckles. Numerous habits, but my most annoying habit is that I am a grade A without a doubt klutz. On a daily basis, I trip over chords, walk into door frames, bounce off things, and God help anyone who gets in my way. I've been known to take out random strangers with me.

I've been a klutz since the moment I could walk. I had my first concussion at age 2 because my father was playing with me and accidentally hit my head against a door frame. Later, we were playing in the grocery store parking lot, racing shopping carts, when he let go of the cart I was sitting in. We both went flying over the curb and I landed on my skull. I woke up to three women standing over me and another beating my father with a purse, cursing at him in Spanish.

Some accidents have been funny, like when I flew off a bike with no brakes because I refused to listen to a fellow 10-year-old and hit a parked car, bouncing back in my own driveway, or when I was playing with my cousin and got my head stuck in a bed frame.

Other times it's not funny. I broke my thumb walking my Aunt Mame's dog -- tripped over the curb, threw my hands in front of my face and wound up with a cast for a month. Now I've made a cardinal mistake and threw my back out. I've been out of commission for nearly three years since I've been sick, and just when I think I finally have my life on track, I take two steps backward and have to start all over again. It's frustrating, not to mention exhausting, physically and mentally.

I just want what everyone has at my age: a decent job, a good boyfriend and a chance to live a life without frequent trips to the ER. I need to make changes in my life, and I need to learn how to control my klutziness. I need to get a grip my life.

Do you have a habit that gets you into trouble? That you can't help but do?