It's not so hard running around naked in public being bipolar, but others seem to discourage this type of behavior. Go figure... But on my adventures I found myself drunk after a quart of vodka looking at the rain from our window and thought it would be a fantastic time to contemplate the effects on the body of a cold rain in the fall season.
So after tiring out my lovely wife out for the night (you know what I mean, mentally tired) I proceeded to run out into the culdesac in front of the house in my boxers convinced that God was in the Rain. And telling any unfortunate soul out at 2am that this was my calling. As I sat in the middle of the road looking upward having the cold November rain fall on my skin I thought that this was life and was to be for me, and God himself sent it exclusively for me. After a few moments my wife figured out that I was no longer around and came looking for me she came running out of the house frantic with a pair of sweat pants telling me if I didn't put these on she was going to call the police. I was looking at her in confusion thinking that don't you see how magnificent this is? Can't you feel God? So I relented and put the pants on but at that time it wasn't the same so I went inside and felt depressed because the moment was gone.