My strangest shower thought came from my strangest shower.

I worked for a small company years ago that paid for a "spa day" for its employees after completing a year long death march project. I had a mediocre massage, but afterwards I went to change I their shower room and decided to give the shower a go.

My god. It had a 3ft square rain shower head and no less than 12 separate side jets on the walls, all adjustable. Every inch of my body was hit simultaneously with hot, pressured water. It was like wearing a suit of hot water armor, head to toe. No matter how I moved, water. It was basically a standing bath. They must have had a city water main hooked up to that shower stall, as the pressure was just ridiculous.

I stood in there for nearly 30 minutes. It was wonderful, and also made me realize that this is how the ultra rich lived. This kind of luxury as an after thought, an expectation. For that moment of time, on someone else's dime, I was in that world. That realization was almost as surreal as the physical experience itself.

I once thought:"wait, what am I" and had a moment, where I couldn't feel my body and almost saw myself from a 3rd person perspective

If I push too hard and one comes out... will it fit down the shower drain? Or will I have to break it up with my hands.

These were mad times, mind you.

"There are some people who don't see a photorealistic image in their head when they imagine an apple..."

“Australia isn’t down under anything, it’s sitting on the side of a big sphere like the rest of us.”

"Did I already shampoo? Can't remember."

(Apply a small dab of shampoo. Foams up instantly).

"Dammit, yes."

I read a bunch of philip k dick books a few months ago, and had a sensation that I'm not actually my current age. I'm actually on my deathbed, dreaming or in a half-wake state, and all my experiences are disjointed half-rememberings of things I might have done. And there's no way to prove any of it either way.

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