So one of my good friends offered to host a small cocktail party where we could share information, compare notes, and let’s be honest, complain about our kids. After inserting a drink into my hand , our lovely host told me that she had hired a masseuse friend of hers to provide free mini-massages to help relieve our stress.
“Oh that’s, fantastic!” I said, lying through my teeth.
In truth, just the idea of getting a massage made me even more stressed out and instantly uptight. I’m not sure why, but I’ve never enjoyed getting massages from strangers. I guess I just can’t relax, and any pleasure I feel is offset by my overwhelming angst.