Our shower gets pretty revolting at times.
Mostly because I hate cleaning it so much.
I figure the penicillin growing in the grout will protect us from tinea.
That theory doesn’t really hold water. Unlike our shower, which may have been installed by a goat.
Normally the water from a shower is supposed to go down the plug hole. In our one, a decent volume pools in the back left-hand corner, creating a paddling playground for parameciums.
A couple of months ago I had an epiphany: if I keep a scrubbing brush handy and spend 30 seconds per shower scrubbing scum, the whole thing stays surprisingly clean.
It’s also a good time to think. This morning as I was scrubbing I was feeling a bit sad. My mind was probing into dark, damp corners.
Places where the sunlight doesn’t get to.
Places where mould can grow.
Negativity is a lot like mould. If you pretend it’s not there, it spreads…. Little spores of frustration and anger and apathy and selfishness. And even if you give it a massive blasting with chlorine, in the right environment it just needs time to grow again.
Our shower is the perfect environment for mould.
A mind that is switched on to the happenings of our world is the perfect environment for negativity.
I think I will give my scrubbing brush a name.