And now for a short work of neurotica.
No, no... I said
neurotica. You're on the wrong page if you're looking for anything else.
Last night a bunch of friends and I were talking about massages. My benefits package at work covers massages to a maximum of $500 per year. I have yet to go for one this year. I said so to my friends. They were aghast. How could I not?
See, I have this problem. Whenever I go for a massage, I think about how good it feels. This makes me start thinking about one small detail...
I'm paying somebody to touch me.
Ugh! This horrifies me. I can think of nothing else. I spend the rest of the time feeling incredibly disturbed. I walk away from the experience feeling anything but relaxed.