Weaknesses and dancing
Nov 16, 00:23
Long showers are the only vice I do not have the power to rid myself of1. I generally find this to be a worthwhile weakness as far as personal deficiencies go. When I was in high school, we had an extra shower in the basement (yes it was just a shower) and I would lock myself inside this closet with nozzle and drain and bask in the wonder of slightly-too-hot water. As a result of the room’s size, it would fill up with steam soon after the cleansing process began. There was no fan. Breathing would become difficult. Someone had installed a heat lamp in the ceiling fixture, and although it only made things worse I usually turned it on anyway. The room did have a single window I would open intermittently in the winter. When I did fresh air replaced steam in swirls at my feet. It was cool.
My sister had an old black no-name boombox, and I left it in the bathroom to pacify myself during the hanging-out2 process. It existed in a state of perpetual neglect, and I remember prying the lid open with various pointy objects (usually a girly hair thing snatched from the medicine cabinet) because the lid-popping button was no longer functioning. It was actually gone. Over time the CD player became less and less reliable, and there came a point when a strong blow with an open hand was required for it to work. Eventually we got a new one. Since the replacement was nice and shiny, it wasn’t allowed inside the shower room (it might get damaged) and so the fidelity of showers in our house dropped by the thickness of the shower room door. Leaving it open a crack helped a little.
I recently participated in a rather forcible roommate exchange program. As a result of this there is again a boombox in my bathroom. It is my roommate’s ex-roommate’s and is encrusted with glitter nail polish in decorative patterns around the LCD screen and controls. I swear it is not stolen. This relic of teenage transition screams high school. Insensibly. So today and yesterday I played Soundgarden and old Incubus really loud and screamed right back while I wasted water.
1 This is a lie.
2 I say ‘hanging-out’ since I never had enough body to justify the lengthy durations of my showers or the ridiculous waste of water they represented. It was still worth it.