falling from grace, bad karma or something else?

I read this somewhere before I started to write this post:
"Feelings are like glass-mirrors. If they break they could carve our soul"

I guess bad karma is running after me, as i bashed over my past in previous post. what could happen to a normal, simple ( i have to make up that I'm simple because recently i have some accusations on my au contraire 'part')girl, in rainy, cats&dogs, day? well, i was so enthusiastic about going to current exhibition to rest my eyes on art, then i hurried trying to arrive before gallery close time. It was raining as I said, very slippy, sliding and slimy when the streets are full of trashed card boards in the downtown, with my secure footwear i managed somehow with umbrella and camera in my hand to fall down on the ground ( I am not an angel, yet), and thanks to whomever, i didn't had any fracture or open wounds - i landed as a cat on both palms. but the adventure is not over.
my camera was crashed and i started to pick up the peaces from the ground, covers for the battery etc. hopefully, friend helped me to back together my camera and i continued to an empty gallery throuwing myself into the moments of, just known to me, inner escapism. art-works that i really enjoyed in. humbly, i moved and we decided to go to the one bar, than to the next. in the meantime, we had chit-chat, life issues, etc, i realised that my camera is not working at all, so we stopped to re-boot it. i managed to save some photos. it was still raining and my knees was scratched and still in bruises. i was angry at the city, at the city (dirty) management, my long step, the hurry i was, holding two things at the same time and we relaxed in Cuba Soul bar. with great music. and lovely Jasmin tea. staying there for 2, 3 hours i didn't realise that i lost my big round silver earring, the right one, but later when i got home, friend told me that she noticed only one earring (but didn't tell me). after talk, talk and talk, and talk on travels, CC, plans what might be done, or not, possibilities and only women knows wisdom to drop on the corner table, i came to few conclusions.
we went out, i went home, still raining, and i noticed that above all that happened to me (falling, camera, knees), i lost my earring. right here, in this place.

The right one. the precious one. i am desperate. after all this, a great guy comes along, via G-IM, with usual, normal conversation, information, when we came to 'life here issues', 'people's depression issues, here', title for an interview that i gave few days ago, (am i cyborg super cyber female and is it a compliment or insult?), to continue on politics, my married boyfriend from the previous post, and ...i do not know what has happened but this great guy made some remarks on my attitude, behaviour plus he gave me advice. i listened but didn't accept it. it was on mistakes.
i do make lot of mistakes. every day. that 'advice', that one added all the sorrow and bitterness i felt that day. how less is needed to bring ordinary girl down? how much this 'great guy' can cheer me up and make me smile, the same can add the oil into the fire, this time - analysing me, my mistakes, as i am not that aware for all those years how much did i make them, and trying to correct and learn new lesson from every single of them. even, my best, good friend who really knows me, never talk to me this way, even when he had some remark it was said with all the facts, and knowings.
people, until they meet person, woman, face to face have strange or malformed picture. i would say to try to walking in my, or anyone's shoes. i was criticized with no explanation, for no rational real reasons.
i was chatting with mr. perfect. mr.perfect thinks that i am bad and making mistakes in love life and in professional. neither true. i did in past, but not now. Mr. Perfect undervalued me. i forgot to ask him is there something positive about me...
Mr. Perfect is great guy, and he says he is perfect.
I am not.

I am a girl with lost silver round earring.
The right one.
And I need to find it.