Using a shower that you haven’t used before. Whether it belongs to your best friend, a partner or a family member, the terror is simply inevitable. Once you’re in there, naked, that’s it. For whatever reason, it seems like the worst thing you could do is step back into the world you used to find so simple. With all those knobs, levers, taps, plugs and shower heads staring at you, it becomes apparent that nothing is simple anymore.
But something within encourages you to reach out and twist, touch or pull anything. Nothing happens. Perhaps a curse word, a sigh or an inconsolable scream comes from your mouth. In the consuming frustration, some text or image on one of the instruments now begins to make sense. Yes you’ve got it now; you are so sure of yourself. How could I not have seen it before… Your second attempt, is met only with failure. A freezing cold, or melting hot liquid crashing onto your body, destroys both skin and self-confidence. You look at the reflection in the metal. All you see is a naked, lowly fool. The very notion of which, is not even challenged in the slightest. But, the lowly fool is also a hopeful one. A final attempt your mind utters and whilst uttering it gets to work. It learns from the past mistakes, remembers the showers you’ve used of old and beckons in the hope that one day YOU SHALL BE CLEAN AGAIN.
A more learned individual, your hand confidently reaches the tap, twists a knob and pulls a lever. Maybe there is some gurgling, a painful moment of nothing or more extreme temperature of water falling on you as a response, but as you wince and shriek in your apparent demise… The water falls and against all expectations it is both a pleasing and a cleansing water.
Perhaps the only thing bitter about this moment now, is the taste of your tears of jubilation.