I Guess I can Pretend this is a Spa Treatment
I'm not a camper, don't need to rough it to prove something to on-looking squirrels. I'm not a princess either. I'm somewhere in between but along the continuum I'm definitely closer to the side that prefers not to bathe out of a Rubbermaid pitcher of warm water, made using my Special Recipe for Warm Water: One part water boiled in a tea pot, one part icey cold water from the hot tap.
Bathing out of the vessel your roommate uses for Crystal Light makes you wonder about your life- What events led me to this moment? What are the universe's designs for me?
There is no way I've gotten all of the soap off my body. It's supposed to rain today. I run the very real risk of bursting into a luxurious but ill-time lather.