I am sometimes considered a little weird and occasionally a bit off-the-wall. That suits me fine because, in all probability, I am. Being ordinary is common, and I take pride in being uncommon.
This Saturday afternoon, at exactly 2pm, all on my own, I took part in a group event. Eh? Well, yea, actually. You heard of flash-mobbing? No? You will.
In principle, a flash-mob is a large group of people who assemble quickly in a public place, perform an unusual activity for a brief period of time and then quickly disperse. The odder the better.
There is no real purpose to such activity. It’s random and it’s meant to be. It should stop as suddenly as it starts, and its participants should behave as naturally as possible while carrying it off, before melting discretely into the crowd. In many countries, there have been mass silent raves at busy railway stations, huge pillow fights, cycling demonstrations, and other completely random stuff.