Sparked


Pszap! Inspiration!


The men’s bathroom is always unlocked, but the women’s room requires a key. I’m not sure what they think they are protecting, or from whom. I’m sure that I probably ought to be outraged about it on principle simply because the treatment is different for men than for women and the implications that women are delicate, forbidden jewels who must be kept under lock and key for the protection of our virtue. Whatever. I’m just annoyed that I have to get a key to pee. It means that I can’t take care of business before the work day starts no matter how early I arrive. 

Whenever I go to put the key into the lock, a tiny spark leaps between the key and the doorknob. At first I thought this was just an illusion from the two metallic surfaces reflecting light off one another, but after several observations I realized that it was actually a spark- a tiny one, but a spark nonetheless. I c have to assume that it has to do with the dryness of the air and the movement of my clothes and/or hair causing the discharge, and that the spark is coming from my body and grounding itself through the door, rather than the other way around. I’ve never noticed this phenomenon on any other lock before: is it a common occurrence that I’ve simply never noticed before? Or is it unique to this lock on this door with this key?  Having observed this, is there any larger lesson to be learned, or is this merely a detail of life requiring no further exploration? Having observed it, I want to believe that it has captured my attention for a reason- even if I’m not in a position to say what that reason might be. Perhaps it is a reminder that the spark of inspiration can come from the most mundane and tedious circumstances, but may perhaps be so small as to go unnoticed or unrecognized for what they are. 

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on December 30, 2016.

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