Rain Makes Me Fickle

Realised that it’s been awhile since I last posted in my “Daily Life” category. Let me share a true story with you!

Was on my way home from work and enjoying the presence of the night rain while waiting for the bus at the interchange. Rain started getting smaller as the bus was approaching the area where I stay. Felt a little disappointed and alighted the bus.

To my horror and amazement, the moment I got down, the rain started pouring heavily like the water bill was free. To my amazement because my wish came true. To my horror because it means I have to go home wet.

So I had to dash across the road and cut through some blocks to minimise the percentage of me being wet. Walked into this narrow staircase opening when suddenly the sky was lighted up by a very bright flash (come to think of it, it was cool) followed by the resounding thunder. It was just deafening.

At that point of time, I was halfway at the narrow staircase area and I got really freaked out. I dashed out and looked around to see if I can catch any human but there was nobody. There wasn’t anyone in the entire area except me! I had to walk along the ground floor units to see if there was any home with their doors opened.

Basically, I was just desperate to see humans, to know that I’m not alone. And fortunately, the door of the first unit was opened and I stood outside their house for like two seconds just to look at the people inside. That was how freaked out I was, I don’t know why too.

I still have to continue on my journey home even though I was scared shitless. I don’t know who coined this phrase of being scared shitless but I think I know why. Because at that point of time, I didn’t felt like shitting so that means I’m shitless. And I was scared too – so basically, I’m scared shitless.

The only option left was for me to call somebody but then I realised when I’m really alone, I have nobody to call. I’m not trying to sound sad here but I’m just trying to make this blog entry sound as corny as possible.

Anyway, my phone started vibrating and it was a call from my sister. She asked me if I’m coming home soon and I asked if she was scared. She laughed. Her laugh told me two things. She thinks her brother is smart for knowing her true intentions for calling and, she’s really scared.

I know not because I’m smart. I know because I’m scared too.

Damn, I hope she’s not reading my blog.