You know, there are somethings in life that afterwards you feel really, really dumb.
I’m not talking about life changing, earth shattering things like letting your car roll
downhill into a lake, or, forgetting to take that kilo of plastique out of your luggage
before an important flight (it is actually playdoe done up as a prop, but it still would get you shot),
I’m talking about the little, almost inconsequential things you forget
untill you’re naked.
dripping wet.
In a barely lit bathroom using light coming in from a lamp outside,
making it feel just a little bit USSR.
In that moment your brain has two thoughs:
Why am I in a Soviet bathroom in the middle of Arizona? and,
Damn it sucks to be wet and naked, I wish I had a towel.
And while your brain would love to begin the mindtrek about being in a
Soviet bathroom in the middle of Arizona which would eventually explode into a
self-dictation of the benefits of socialism, why it has failed, and the virtues of owning a left handed spoon…
you find the pressing topic is the towel.
It is too cold (and your hair is too long) to adequately drip dry, but not cold enough that it is uncomfortable.
Instead, you are simply wet, naked, in a dark bathroom.
The questions bombard the part of the brain in charge of remembering this shit:
Why didn’t you finish the laundry?
Why didn’t you suspend the laundry and get a towel?
Why don’t you have more towels?
As with any time one forgets something of this nature, the inquisition begins immediately.
So, after enough excess water has met gravity and plunged into the bathtub, you slowly exit and dash,
naked and wet, into the next room to the clothes hamper and find… any towel. Right now, it doesn’t matter.
Returning, triumphant, to the Soviet bathroom you towel off and proceed to start your day.
But, around every corner waits yet another such incident, another small detail to be forgotten,
that will in one-way or another leave you naked and dripping wet. Hopefully, you can find a towel each time.