Blogmas Day 4: Midnight Showers

Hello, everyone! I hope you're having a good Thursday--we're over the hump! Friday is tomorrow! We can do this. Of course next week is going to much harder, what with final exams and general end of the semester obligations, but let's cross that bridge when we get to it. And to be totally honest, I'm looking forward to crossing that bridge in a very weird way. Maybe I sound crazy, but part of me loves the feeling of finals week. Everyone on campus collectively scrambling to memorize last minute information and cheat the margins of their essays, all universally fueled by caffeine and the promise of Winter Break.  Plus the way finals week is set up, you just have to take a two hour exam then you're free to study for the rest of the day. That's not to say that I'm excited to take these exams, though. I'm just saying the energy on campus is kind of fun to revel in for a week before it's time to go home.

Anyway, because I've been studying so much lately, I find myself up all hours of the night. To be fair, I really shouldn't have to be up that late, but I just neglect my work while the sun's still up, forcing me to combat tired eyes and boring textbooks. Something's gotta give, any lately that "something" has been a good night's sleep. So as a result of late nights and backloaded to-do lists, I'm taking a lot of midnight showers. It started out as me losing track of the time and desperately needing to be clean, but now it's kind of become a ritual. I now look forward to my midnight showers in the weirdest way.

For starters, I live in a dorm, so my showers require flip-flops and feature strangers' hair stuck on the tiles; needless to say it's not the most pleasant place to shower. Hence my music: what started as a "one time thing" is now a requirement for my midnight showers; I have to place my phone up above the shower stall with my premade shower playlist blasting from its speakers. And here's the thing about that shower playlist: it's all slow, usually sad songs. No upbeat pop songs to sing into my shampoo bottles. So what inevitably happens is I end up standing in the shower, being hit by the lukewarm water and the musically stylings of Ed Sheeran, really sad. Like "I could curl up into a ball", cinematic sad. And I don't know why. I'd like to think it's just because the music is really evocative--because I promise other than those midnight showers I'm never that upset. I'm generally a pretty upbeat, positive person, but the shower brings out the sad in me. I'm not sure why, but it's oddly cathartic. I can't figure out how to make this seem like I'm not terribly depressed, because I promise I'm not at all; you'll just have to take my word for it.

Anyway, midnight showers are also where I get my deep thinking done. My middle-of-the-night, deep completive quandaries and all the questions I pushed aside during the day. You know how showers inevitably bring deep thought out of a lot of people or birth great ideas that can't be remembered once you towel off? I promise you if you shower at midnight that phenomenon is only twenty times stronger. Try it out and tweet me your results. I'm only half kidding.

So now here's my dilemma: you're all picturing me in the shower, and is that how I want to end my blog post today? I guess so. Just do me a favor: however you're picturing me, subtract ten pounds. Perfect.

“Every one who has taken a shower has had an idea. It's the person who gets out of the shower, dries off and does something about it that makes a difference.”  -Nolan Bushnell

Have a great night, y'all!



Popular posts from this blog

Jimmy Fallon Shenanigans

I Dressed Like a "Style Icon" to Prove a Point About Fashion

Why No One Benefits from the Censorship of LGBTQ+ YouTube