February Showers

I've just moved into a new place after about 4 years with my parents/old roomates. It's been a little bit of an adjustment for me. New routes to work, new routines after work, having to clean and wash dishes again. But by far, the biggest adjustment has been my morning shower. The new place I live in has one of those small stand-up showers with no tub, which I've never had in any of my houses before. Even the dorms I lived in freshman year had more space than my new shower. And the new shower is tiny, I think it's made for elementary schoolers or midgets.

The thing that I cannot get used to is the shower drain being right in the middle of the shower floor. I don't know why, but I hate stepping on that fucking drain. It's not a dirty shower at all, but somehow I feel like instantly it'll give me some kind of flesh eating bacteria and I'll lose my foot to a gangrenous infection. So, here I am each morning, in a shower made for a baby, trying to avoid stepping on the drain. It's like an uncoordinated dance that I have to do while I'm still half-awake. One of these days I'm going to stumble and come crashing through the shower's glass door.

So, if in a couple weeks you should hear of me dying in a horrible shower incident, please know that it wasn't due to diabetes, or trying to snap one off in the shower. No, it's because I was scared of a drain.