On rehearsing arguments in the shower

I won an argument in the shower this morning that I have not yet had with anyone.

I was brilliant. I was crisp. I had, by the end of the second rinse, demolished the other party so completely that they had, in my head, conceded with grace and an apology. I felt, for a moment, magnificent.

I will not win this argument in real life. I have never, in the long history of my showers, won a single argument I had rehearsed in one. The fights, when they come, are softer, more annoying, more about a slightly different thing than I had prepared for. I leave them feeling slightly soggy, in a different way.

There is no theory here. It is just embarrassing. I felt it was important, in the spirit of the place, to put it down anyway.