Recently, I started interning for a tech company. It’s an office job, which means you’re sitting down for long stretches of time. I think my brain knew that but my body didn’t. The fibers and tissues and ligaments haven’t taken the news well, neither have my organs–or maybe that’s the excess of Chinese New Year food I’ve been eating–anyway, my back and shoulders have been hurting lately, so I thought I’d go and get a massage. (I was also swayed by peer pressure. Most of my friends have gotten some sort of massage in the last couple months, so I thought, why not? It sounds nice.)
I forgot something important though.
I’m way too ticklish to have a massage.
The poor lady. I squirmed around and tensed up as soon as she started to knead my arm. “Relax, relax.” *tenses more, face contorts in agony trying to refrain from a) laughing manically and b) forcefully retracting my arm. It kind of works, in this case, I move the rest of my body and take the arm with me as I turn.
“Okay, so your arm isn’t a great place to start, let’s do your legs.”
I almost fell out of the bed and kicked her. I literally couldn’t even finish this section, she kneaded for five ish seconds and I pulled away. She forced me to at least accept massaging of the calf muscles. My legs are not the problem, I don’t care and can’t feel any difference but okay.
She finally let me sit up and did the neck and trapezoids, which quieted me a bit, then I had to lay down again while she did the back. All the while I thought, never again. Literally. Please.
“It’s quite nice when you get used to it,” she kept repeating.
Well. No thank you. I’M STILL SORE, JUST IN A DIFFERENT WAY NOW! also, it could be the bad sleep quality I had last night, but I was kind of woozy when I came out of that place.
Anyway, this meme sums it up.
On a completely different note,
Praying that everything goes smoothly and according the plan,
TOMORROW BEGINS THE LAST SEMESTER OF MY UNDERGRADUATE COLLEGE CAREER.