The odd thing is, my mum kept insisting on me staying at home, somehow, saying that it's too hot outside. [My mom, who's had me for 23 years now, knows that one of my many vices are the sun@hot weather.That's true. I sometimes declined to go out with friends if it's too hot]
I sensed the oddity there. My mum never ever bad-mouthed the weather. Being a very religious woman, she really believes that everything happens for a reason, and we have to treat all God's creations@creatures respectfully. Many a time, my sisters and I encountered talks such as these:
I, in particular always brushes her off. [does that sound rude? It's really not in reality]. It's just that, sometimes it's making me crazy with all her religious talk. She sometimes sounds like an ustazah. With me being an agnostic; the religious talk bore me to death, and annoys the living daylight out of me.
Kids [us] : Alamak. Tak larat la harini. Panas ya amat. [OMG. It's unbearably hot today, and it's making me nauseous.]
Ms Mum: Hish. Tak baik cakap macam tu. Panas & Matahari tu kan makhluk Allah? [Hush. Wrong of you to say that. The sun and it's rays are all creatures of God! They're just carrying out their duties. How about you?]
Her being non-apologetic about the weather though, was just plain odd. Nothing more can be said. It's like having Jesus preaching to his disciples to follow Mohammed after his death. It's just plain odd.
Knowing that I will not get an answer if I beat around the bush, I asked her directly why it is that she's insisting on me staying at home. To which she replied as honestly as possible : " So that you won't become some crazy man like yesterday!"
Easily enough, I understood her intentions then. Why? well, just read on.
As I randomly commented in one of Takashi's entry here, I was driving all day yesterday with my mum from morning, till evening. Typical chores like fetching my sister from KL, sending my mom to her favourite boutique and the likes. Being on the road with some morons and brainless heads for drivers though, is what made me turned into a wild beast.
Who wouldn't honk and flip somebody off if the brainless-head-for-a-driver in front of you decided to go snail-crawling at a very narrow road. Nak tak nak, you have to follow their pace, coz you cannot overtake them. So you follow them, all the while, having mini-strokes and seizures simultaneously over their inconsideration. At the same time, your passengers suffer ie: Ms Mum.
So I immediately knew then, and I kept my mouth shut.
I seriously could not deny that. Driving brings out the worst in me.
How about you?
