Last nite outside my crib, I saw a lady slip on some ice, had enough time to put her arms and legs underneath her, landed on all fours, which were protected by a 3/4 length bubblegoose, mittens & boots. Still, she howled more than the grape lady and sob-cried for nearly 10 minutes, needed 4 people and eventually a blanket to regain her status quo, when she got up and walked away, no limping.
It reminded me of this video
@ :24
when Rudy says "the way we slam: most people have 4 of those in their entire life"
I think in that moment she showed something about her psyche that had never matured: the fright of the unknown from falling, mixed with the fright of losing face? She for real cried non-stop until someone came to her aid, like a sucka.
I have faced all my shit on my own, when I fall, I don't look for help. If I scream, it's for my own benefit.
Falling while skateboarding has helped me realize (in life) shit can happen out of nowhere.
It's always awkward to see someone in the rain that doesn't know that niggas can get wet.
"I hope that didn't go over your head"- Cassanova 2x