...very much.

I was standing in the rain tonight, with my umbrella, watching the most excellent lightning storm I've seen in some time.

Amidst the scampering of unprepared natives careening in and out of each other...through the turnstiles, down the stairwells and under the cover of whatever slab of cardboard or shred of newspaper they could find...I merely stood, enjoying a cigarette, staring at the night sky.

In between drags and concealed chuckles, a woman scurried up to me shouting over the thunder and pelting rain...

"What are you doing?!?"

...I plainly, but respectfully, answered with, "I'm watching the storm."

A mixed look of bemusement and irritation was her only retort as she hurried away...off into the downpour.

What was she expecting to hear?
Did my answer not warrant a verbal response?
If I'd been in some sort of peril would she have lent a helping hand?

Why does everyone think the shit I do is so weird?

I wonder if she could feel the thoughts in my stare as she was running away...

..."Don't look at me like I'm the dumb-ass when you're the one shielding yourself with the limp side of a cardboard box you pulled from a trash can. I'm the one who brought the fucking umbrella to the party."