This isn’t just a story about pool care.
It’s a confession soaked in chlorine and self-doubt. A tale of cloudy water and even cloudier judgment. Of throwing in too much, too fast, and hoping chemistry would fix character.
If you’ve ever watched your pool turn from murky to miserable while pretending it would “clear up on its own,” this diary is for you.
Chapter One: Cloudy Like My Conscience
It started with a shimmer.
Not the good kind. Not like diamonds on the surface. The kind that says, “Something’s wrong here.”
The water looked tired. Like it had been holding in a scream.
I ignored it. Because ignoring things is free.
Until it wasn’t.
Chapter Two: Shock and Awe and Mostly Shock
I shocked it like a guilty ex sending flowers. Too late. Too much. Too chaotic.
The chlorine stung my nose and my feelings.
The water clouded. The filter groaned. I said “it’s fine” and meant “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Chapter Three: The Clarifier Enters
I added clarifier like it was a prayer. A last-ditch hope in liquid form.
I swirled it into the storm. Watched as nothing happened right away.
Patience is not my gift. But guilt is.
So I waited. And the pool whispered, “You should’ve done this sooner.”
Chapter Four: Filter Redemption
I cleaned the filter. I begged its forgiveness. I rinsed it like I was washing away bad decisions.
It fought back. Gurgled. Spit out the murk. Like it too was tired of my chaos.
Chapter Five: The Surface Returns
Slowly, the water changed. Like a friend learning to trust again. Like an apology accepted in silence.
The shimmer came back. This time, the good kind.
Chapter Six: Moral of the Murk
Don’t wait until the water turns against you. Don’t throw in chemicals like you’re solving emotional trauma.
Balance the pH. Respect the filter. Use clarifier before the guilt takes root.
And maybe, just maybe, check your own clarity too.
Case semi-closed.
