Suburbia: Paranoia

We were on our way to my aunt's place one day, me and The Boyfriend, just walking along, the day fine and our steps light and springy. We were chatting and ribbing each other as we normally did (along with the 20,000 Other Irritating Couples You See On The Street), when suddenly, The Boyfriend found himself being steered sharply to the right.

We were, you see, at the foot of a block of flats.

"Why'd you do that for?" he asked, flummoxed.

And I told him about how, since I was a wee child, my grand aunt would drill in me the dangers of walking under blocks of flats, never letting me forget how she had in one encounter been narrowly missed by a kamakaze size-C battery.

"And so, I always try to avoid walking under windows," I thus concluded. (And if I simply cannot, I make sure the coast is clear before venturing forwards, as I am pictured doing on the left.)

(An aside: Isn't it weird though? Having been together for some time now, you'd think he'd know this indiocyncracy of mine by now. I do recall having mentioned to him my habit, but perhaps we never did walk under many blocks of flats, nor done so while simultaneously holding hands.)

But women (as far as this one goes), are as puzzlingly illogical as they as dazzlingly mesmerising. Leaving my aunt's place later, we took the same route back to the MRT station. This time, however, the weather had turned decidedly more humid and brightly uncomfortable, so I was in a huff to get under some shade and air-con fast. When we came to the same spot where I earlier veered right, my boyfriend tried to turn left. But I pushed on straight, and I could almost hear the gears and the springs in his head going haywire with the inablity to cope with The Female's non-rational action as he asked "I thought we should walk the other side?"

"Aiya, no need la!"
Basically, I'd just admitted to Ostrich-ly thinking that, if you can't see the windows, you can't possibly be smashed on the head by some random item being discarded by improper (though very convenient) means.

For five minutes after that, our walk was shrouded in his befuddled silence and my silent sheepishness.