I am not particularly graceful at any given moment as the world feels all too small, too distant, and at the same time all too far away; I handle myself best outside of urban and close confines, having no issue traversing even loose soil or earth, let alone scree fields or woodland as it all "feels" that I may predict it. Thanks to this, it only adds to my compulsion to ensure everything is in its exact place around me, lest it be knocked over or off the table or run into it. The sole time I tend to compensate, even too much so for this lack of dexterity, is in the height of an adrenaline rush.