Polka dots of dirt

Do you ever get a sudden urge do something notoriously unacceptable?

I do.

Like coming to a complete stop when someone is tailing behind you. Even if it means that they might come smashing into the back of your car. Just to teach them a lesson.

Or approaching a table full of asian boys who are playing on their iphones and throwing rice at them.

Note that I would never do anything remotely outcast like that. But know that I get the maddest urges to.

Strangely enough, I thrive in messes. Like pegs that have fallen out from their basket. It excites me so much to know that I have caused, although by accident, such a disorderly yet pleasing to the eye [well, my eyes anyway] manner. Almost like a form of art [again, beauty is in the eye of the beholder].

So says the heart of one who delves in keeping things organised and is only able to draw straight lines.

Maybe it shows how much I want to break out of this predictable routine slash tendency of mine. Or maybe, it is time for some retail therapy.

I vouch for the latter.

Here's to changing habits.