Soul petting
28 has been all about mellowing out. I’ve recognized some unattractive things about myself and am making an earnest effort to relax. I swear I don’t believe in dramatic fixes on monumental dates. If you look at my New Years resolutions, they usually subsist of:
a. drink as much champagne as I possibly can
b. dance my ass off for elation and for entertainment
c. collapse sometime after 2 am
So if you find yourself in some sort of conundrum as I have, I’m offering my new source of solace from my fucked head. Use electronics (iPod) near bodies of water (bath) with complete disregard your fear of frying your delicate equipment, submerse yourself in hot HOT water with a Lush bath bomb, and soak. And soak somemore. And when you can’t possibly relax any more, grab a book.
Welcome to my new Saturday routine. May your Saturdays be just as lovely.
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I have a bathtub that is for crap. I don’t even know why they built it. The should have gone with a shower….why? Cause if I try to lay (lie?) in it, mah boobies, knees and toes stay out of the water. WTF?!?! But, BUT, in less than three days I’ll be enjoying a bathtub made for normal people. Yeay.
What is it with chicks and bath’s? Ill never truly understand the therapeutic effects i suppose. My wife lives in the bathtub sometimes. I guess all us boys in the house (me and the three cats) just drive her off the deep end! Though I am certainly intrigued by “After Fidel”. I will have to check it out after I get done with the stack of books I am currently on!
I think you and the cats probably drive her to isolation, honestly. I think the act of bathing is less of a cleaning ritual (because how clean can you possibly get wallowing in your filth) and more of a calming, introspection exercise.
And I never understood the bath thing until recently, so I understand where you are coming from.