The Force

What urges one to wear tights that have a precarious run over the
buttox area. One that you know is there and will leave you feeling
exposed for the rest of the day. Or sweltering hot because you left
your coat on in an attempt to 'cover up'.

Probably about the same mysterious force that results in only ever
needing to poop when you have left the house. Or only ever knocking
your body in places that have already been hit (leaving a bicycle in a
small passage way is probably not a good idea, especially if you are a
Midnight Wee-er). And I would dare say it's the same force that
leaves you positively dehydrated when you have no cash what so ever
and are on a train, or in the middle of a field or some other shopless
area.

The same force that makes it pour with rain when you have no umbrella,
raincoat, ANORrrrrrrrAK (emphasis on the 'K' for the afrikaans effect)
and the wind is making you chilly. Or makes the sun shine when you're
wearing warm clothes, can't remove layers and are prone to facial
redness.

That makes the teacher ask you for the answer the 0NE time you didn't
do your homework. Or the one that makes you NEED to have THAT dress
when you have money for petrol to get home and petrol ONLY.

It's a mysterious thing.
My buttox just says I should have worn a looooonger top or a dress so
it wouldn't feel so violated every time I sit on a bench in a station.