ecksercize 33

I went for another swim at that no-longer cursed pool. Lovely it was. But - perhaps out of subtle psychological motivations - I chose the after-swim shower cubicle with a clear and omnipresent view of the offensive, aforementioned sign.

I stared at it as I scrubbed and warmed up after the borderline too-cold sea-water. It bothered and obsessed me. My few alterations had not been nearly enough to render it innocent and blameless. And I felt my urge to correct the mistakes now overtaken by something more reactive, less civilized. Its (not It's) offenses against English were offending me so much, that i now wanted to offend IT in return, and commit actual vandalism. With selective removal and re-spacing of the sticky letters, I could have:

Pubic Noice
Mobile Cameras must be tuned at me when in the hang rooms.
The privy acts all bile, Came in anger. ockers shall be turned in.
this rule was doped in the sty and i fall on u, sing the grooms.
Thank you for your operation.

There I had to admit that either I'm not very good at this kind of vandalism, or the material just doesn't give me enough to work with.

Instead I sharpened my thumbnail again, and scraped the comma up into a ball of full-stop on top of itself. At least one more punctuation error is fixed. But it's (not its) ultimately unsatisfying. The overall offenses outnumber my small fix-ups.

I realized I've posted 3 times on this, and spend a lot of my time in the change room focused on little else. I might seem a bit obsessed.

And yet it doesn't REALLY obsess me, because I forget about it as soon as I leave the pool. It disappears from my mind. I'm only revisiting now because, in the hang room at the time, i thought it would make a cute entry on the erant carp.

So my "obsession" is really just a mental creation. An excuse to find blog material. Does that mean blogging can lead to unnecessary fixations?