My friends and I were pretty stressed out from the whole college application thing. Between filling out endless financial aid forms and nagging our kids to write their application essays, we were exhausted and needed a boozy night to decompress.
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 and making the rounds, our lovely host told us 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.