One of the best parts of moving to this studio is having my own bathtub. In the Blue House, it was impossible to know what kinds of germs were lurking in that skeezy tub. There was no amount of scrubbing that could have convinced me the tub was clean enough to bathe in.
I haven’t taken a bath here yet, but I have showered. Meaning, I’ve sat on the floor of the tub a couple times now contemplating life and my purpose and all the other things normal people think about when they sit on the bathtub floor in the shower. Today, I came to the realization that of all the time I’ve logged in bathtubs, a good 50% or more of it, was not for the purpose of taking a bath.
My earliest non-bath bathtub experience was with Scott Siedler, my senior year of high school. Scott was older than me, smarter than me, and 100x more emo than me. All the things I was looking for in a man. On a summer night, he drove me up to the property where his family was building their new house. The outside of the house was almost finished, but the inside was just skeleton wood and plumbing pipes. We walked through the house with a flashlight guessing what each room would be. When we got upstairs, I sat in the master bathtub. There weren’t any chairs so it seemed like a logical decision. Scott climbed in with me. We sat there for hours contemplating life and our purpose and all the other things normal people think about when they sit on the bathtub floor.
Fast forward a handful of years and my memories of sitting in the empty tub become a little less lighthearted. When things got bad, I’d close myself in the bathroom and crawl into the tub. There was something protective about the porcelain walls surrounding me. I have cried for hours, on many occasions, in an empty bathtub, contemplating life and my purpose and a bunch of things that normal people should never have to think about when they sit on the bathtub floor.
Those days are long behind me now. I don’t spend a lot of time on the bathtub floor anymore. At least, not on the empty bathtub floor. Bathtubs are used for what they’re supposed to be used for. Soaking with a good book and a glass of wine, reading about people contemplating life and their purpose and a bunch of things that normal people think about…
…when they sit on the bathtub floor.