Seriously. Every once in a while, some wacky little switch gets snapped inside me and the inner kook makes an unpredictable appearance. A far different creature from the Saint Wicked persona ( who appears quite often these days on provocation ), this unconventional, impulsive inner kook only makes irregular appearances depending on its fanciful whim. Can't even predict what could possibly trigger off a kooky manifestation.
Today, it was the rain.
As we come close to the Chinese New Year, hot and dry spells tend to occur these parts. Rare enough that we have bouts of rain during the sweltering month of February but the nigh impossible happened today just as I was coming back sweating from work ( and you guys should know that it's rare that I actually start sweating ). Little droplets of hope came falling from the sky down to the parched earth, reviving flora, fauna and man alike.
And all I could think of at that moment was... Fuck acid rain.
Instead of huddling in the shelter like any paranoid physician would ( could catch my death from pneumonia, you know! ), I climbed out of the car, dropped my white coat and started dancing in the rain, not unlike Gene Kelly - though I managed to stop myself from thoroughly humiliating myself by croaking miserably in the rain. No doubt the intrigued neighbours were mystified at this sudden act of paganistic cloud/rain worship as I performed an impromptu tap-dance over puddles of water forming under my feet.
Of course I got thoroughly drenched in the sudden tropical shower but hell, it was fun - though I have a sinking feeling that the friendly neighbourhood therapist will be knocking on my door one of these days.
Maybe the fact that I mentioned one of my favourite music videos by Madonna to Strapping Shane the other day could have been the trigger.
Wonder what would have happened if I'd told him about Like a Prayer.