I still remember a roommate saying with a lot of emotional energy in her voice, “I would never take a bath—why would I lay in my own filth??”
Now—I was not too interested in taking a bath in my apartment bathtub—at least not until the grime from the feet of 6 roommates had been cleaned out of it. But I was surprised to hear her say this, because I didn’t (and still don’t) consider myself particularly filthy.
In the years since that comment, I have learned that the world can be divided into two groups. The bathers, and the showerers. The bathers cross into the showering world as necessary—there’s no question that a shower can be faster, use less water, and seems more efficient. But the showerers rarely cross into the bather world, many of them because they, like my roommate, are somehow concerned about “filth.”
To each their own. But my, do I love a good hot bath. The picture at the top is a source of total happiness to me because we finally have gotten the hot water heater fixed and I could fill the tub up with all of the hot water I needed! As I slid down into the water yesterday, I was surprised again by feelings that rose within me. “Oh yes,” they said, “hot water is wonderful…”