I love manicures, pedicures, and facials. However, I have never had any desire to have a massage. In fact, since I usually ask my manicurist to skip the massage when I get my nails done, I was sure that I wouldn’t enjoy a massage one bit.
A couple of friends were flying in for a long weekend. It was one of their birthdays. We wanted to surprise the birthday girl with something special to celebrate. We decided to hit a spa by my house. I spoke to the birthday girl’s husband, and he suggested I sign her up for a massage. The other girl wanted to do the massage as well. Due to my aversion, I planned on getting a pedicure instead.
Then it hit me. What was the point in doing that?
Wouldn’t it be more fun to do the massages with the other girls? And, since I like a facial, why was I sure I wouldn’t like a massage? So, I decided to go for it, and give it a shot.
The day before, I was a little nervous. My friend knew I wasn’t totally comfortable with the whole idea, so she tried to prepare me for the experience. She filled me in with everything she felt I needed to know, so I would be a little more comfortable.
The day of the massage, which was a couple of days before my cat needed his tail amputated, I was extremely tense. Not only was I worried about my pet, we were running into problems with construction we were doing at the house, and I had a lot of issues at work which were troubling me. My friends assured me that the massage would help calm me down. I wasn’t so sure, but I decided to just go with the flow. After all, how bad could it be?
Moments into the massage, the masseuse started making small talk with me. I welcomed the conversation. She asked me some questions about myself, and I quickly answered. I kept the conversation flowing, and asked similar ones about her. She told me that she was trained to be a social worker, but things didn’t work out well for her. “Are you sure you don’t mind talking?” she asked. I assured her, I didn’t mind. “OK,” she replied, “because the owners don’t like when I talk. Do you want to hear a sad story?”
“OK,” I replied. I figured that she was going to tell me a story about one of her social work experiences.
Instead, she shared her entire life story. She started with the fact that she went through about five placements in the social work field and none of them worked out. During her last placement she was very preoccupied because her boyfriend’s mother was dying. When the woman passed away, her boyfriend dumped her. Right after the breakup, she got fired from that placement, which caused her to return to doing massages. I learned that since she lived with the boyfriend, when the relationship ended, she had to move in with her brother, whose wife she doesn’t get along with. If that wasn’t all bad enough, she shared how she had to put her dog to sleep the week before. I wanted to end the conversation, but before I could, she shared a story about someone who was going through a similar situation just jumped off a building to commit suicide.
At that point, I didn’t have the heart to stop her from speaking. I figured she really needed someone to speak to. So I closed my eyes, and tried to tune out the sorrow as best as I could. Before long, the massage was over. “Thank you so much for listening!” She said. “You are a very good listener. But, please don’t tell the owners what I spoke to you about. They don’t like when I tell these stories.” Hmm, I can’t imagine why….
I quickly met up with my friends. “How did it go?” One asked.
“Did you love it? Are you more relaxed now” the other asked.
“Um… No and NO!” I replied. “I am in worse shape now than I was before.”
I filled them in on the fact that I got a depressed masseuse, and now not only was I thinking about my problems, I was troubled by hers.
“Oh, you are not supposed to speak to them,” my friend, who was giving me the tips the day before explained.
“How would I know that?” I asked. “You went over everything else but you didn’t cover that part!”
“Sorry, I forgot,” she sheepishly replied.
All, in all, I am glad I gave the massage a try. However, I don’t think I will be returning for another anytime soon!