I have a really ugly bathroom. We have just never gotten around to remodeling it and it remains seriously hideous. This is what covers most of it:
I think the last time it was remodeled was in the ’70s.
I recently read that 72% of people get creative ideas in the shower. It’s scientifically studied. Scott Barry Kaufman, a cognitive scientist and coauthor of “Wired to Create” said, “The relaxing, solitary, and non-judgmental shower environment may afford creative thinking by allowing the mind to wander freely, and causing people to be more open to their inner stream of consciousness and daydreams.” (http://www.businessinsider.com/why-people-get-their-best-ideas-in-the-shower-2016-1)
I’m not so sure my shower is non-judgmental, but that’s another blog post.
…my stream of consciousness is apparently a pervert.
Standing in the shower, when my mind would drift off to wherever it does, I used to find myself looking at the walls and—against my will!—finding big, hairy penises in the random lines. It was disturbing. I mean, where is my head when that’s what comes out of the walls, into my peaceful shower? Sometime I would find feet, which were kind of cute, but had too many toes, but overall, penises were the dominant image freely wandering into my mind when I’m “more open to my inner stream of consciousness”. Which makes me wonder why my stream of consciousness is apparently a pervert.
One day, tired of penises in my shower, I found a horse there in those random markings. I decided to use a marker to make it permanent so I could have a nice G-rated shower again. Then a wonderful thing happened! Once there was a horse where penises once loomed large, other pictures came out. Everyone began finding nice figures in the walls and using markers or crayons to draw them. Now our bathroom is covered in random pictures, many of which are elephants, happily, and none of which are male body parts. Here are a few:
Isn’t she cute?
I have a point, telling you about my perverted stream of consciousness. I made the decision to interrupt the sub-conscious thoughts that bubbled to the surface and change what seemingly was not in my control, kind of like using cognitive behavioral therapy.
It worked so well, changing my showering experience, I’m thinking of trying it in other parts of my life. Like this election season. All of it has given me feelings of having big hairy penises shoved in my line of sight against my will. I don’t want what is finding its way into my head. Maybe I can start doodling on it all. Maybe that big hairy penis, Donald Trump, will, with the magical stroke of a marker, somehow morph into a horse.