Lessons learned

I have learned that when living with roommates, I don't think about the bath tub. I shower without contacts in, and I clean up after myself (I lose a considerable amount of hair in the shower. It's a wonder I'm not bald.). Other than that, I try not to look around or touch anything. I think it has to do with the Tragedy of the Commons, which is an idea I try to work into as many conversations as possible. Since I don't know what my roommates were washing off of themselves, I don't know when the tub was last cleaned, and I don't like to perpetuate the idea that nobody needs to clean because I will always do it, I never bathe in a tub shared with roommates. No matter what. Often, in the last year, when I have been sick (and that is very often), my mom has suggested that I take a nice hot bath. Sounds nice, yes, but I cannot bring myself to do it.

This is all leading up to something: now, living with Rob and Cynth, they have kindly allotted me my own bathroom. The tub is so clean! Even if it's not, I know what is in there. The long and the short of it is, I've bathed 2 times in the last 4 days (slightly higher than my average shower frequency) and am planning on another one when I go home today (significantly higher than my average shower frequency).