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Did I shower last night or not?
Sometimes I still struggle with that question in the evening, when I am deciding whether I need to shower tonight or not. The hair looks dry and ungreasy enough, so that even if I did not shower last night, I could skip yet another night, which sometimes happens, though I generally bathe every other day, which seems enough for me, as I do not lead what you might call a very active lifestyle.
But this time I lay the struggle aside in favor of showering anyway. What’s the worst that can happen? That I shower two days in a row, OMG?! No one may remember, but I used to have a bit of an overachiever streak in me when I was a kid, and it is always nice to see it emerge on the rare occasion.
Wouldn’t Gabe be proud of me?! Not that it would have saved me in her eyes and secured me some quality time in her bed. No amount of soap and water can wash all the multitudinous scars from my face, nor add another half a foot to my Indian frame. But upgrading my hygiene habits to bathe everyday would at least make me that much more middle-class, I guess.
I am not even going to try to make a habit of this, though. I can still wonder, this late in life, why I am not able to ratchet up the lifestyle another notch, which would seem to require only a little more self-discipline. After all, I got nothing but time, right? A little like a prisoner. But I need to be pressed by necessity to steal time away from my books and the Internet, my dreamy little worlds. And, like I said, it wouldn’t change anything.
Sometimes I still struggle with that question in the evening, when I am deciding whether I need to shower tonight or not. The hair looks dry and ungreasy enough, so that even if I did not shower last night, I could skip yet another night, which sometimes happens, though I generally bathe every other day, which seems enough for me, as I do not lead what you might call a very active lifestyle.
But this time I lay the struggle aside in favor of showering anyway. What’s the worst that can happen? That I shower two days in a row, OMG?! No one may remember, but I used to have a bit of an overachiever streak in me when I was a kid, and it is always nice to see it emerge on the rare occasion.
Wouldn’t Gabe be proud of me?! Not that it would have saved me in her eyes and secured me some quality time in her bed. No amount of soap and water can wash all the multitudinous scars from my face, nor add another half a foot to my Indian frame. But upgrading my hygiene habits to bathe everyday would at least make me that much more middle-class, I guess.
I am not even going to try to make a habit of this, though. I can still wonder, this late in life, why I am not able to ratchet up the lifestyle another notch, which would seem to require only a little more self-discipline. After all, I got nothing but time, right? A little like a prisoner. But I need to be pressed by necessity to steal time away from my books and the Internet, my dreamy little worlds. And, like I said, it wouldn’t change anything.
