I don’t know if this ever happens to you, but I have a maddening tendency to fixate on certain phrases or concepts that I think of when I get into a particular physical space or do a specific task. Whenever I distribute my vitamin supplements in those little organizers that you can get, you know, the morning capsules, the evening capsules, I think of a particular person who once briefly occupied a seat on the local Board of Supervisors (and became a character in my novels). I have NO idea why. When I straighten out the kettlebell rack at the gym I always remember a particularly assholesque posse of commenters in the local newspaper. And lately when I go in my client bathroom, I think of this.
Though it would seem to make more sense than the previous associations, it was not always thus. But after replacing the trickling, hissing, balking commode that was probably original with the house, I found it necessary to buy a package of shims because the floor’s uneven and the plumbers didn’t get things quite right, and at the moment I set those shims down on the bathtub rim, not having seen this image on Engrish.com for about seven years, I thought “refreshing toilet space,” and now I can’t get it out of my head. At least in the head.
Is anyone else weird like this?