Musings from the Shower

No, toidy brains, this is not an erotic story. Yeesh!

You might wonder how the simple act of standing under a stream of hot water could inspire creativity. For me, naked navel gazing mostly inspires horror. Strangely enough though, I often solve problems and come up with lots of good ideas in the shower. I've pondered why this would be, while soaping up of course, and I've discovered what I think might be the reason.

In the shower, my brain is, for all intents and purposes, shut down.

Now, those of you who know me are saying, but your brain is always shut down. Okay, there's no need to be cruel. It's not always shut down. But in the shower it is, because good heavens, do you think I want to think about what I'm seeing in there?

But seriously, I think it's the same concept as when you're trying to remember a name or a title and it just won't come to you, so you push it away and try to think of something else and all of a sudden it pops into your brain. You see, a busy brain is a clogged brain.

Put the Draino away. I said brain, not drain.

Wait a minute. I'm not sure I like where that leaves me. I mean. If I am mostly able to crank out stories, does that mean my mind is mostly blank? But if it's blank, where do the stories come from?

I'm getting that headache I always get when I try to imagine where mankind originally came from. I mean, I get that we came from somewhere...but where were we before we were at that place? And before that, where were we? Ouch!

Blank brain, blank brain!

Oh! Pretty shiny. There's the piece I need to fill that plot hole.

Not pothole...plot hole. Pay attention.

Anyway, enough navel gazing, blech, time to dry off and go back to work. Did I mention my brain shuts down while I'm drying off and dressing too?

What did man do before showers? What did he do before waterfalls? What did he do before pools? What did he do before he knew he needed to get clean? I know what woman did then, she kept man at arm's length. 


Happy Reading everybody!