the cool thing about massage? I can't be in my own head. I can't be a snot-nosed pissant, or worrying about bullshit, or thinking about what I'm gonna eat later. I mean, I still DO these things, but for mere nanoseconds instead of for, say, an entire day. it is impossible to give a proper massage without paying total and complete attention to the person on the table. and I have to think good thoughts and kind vibes, because it's obvious when I don't.
I love it!
"woah" said my last client today. "you are much stronger than you look."
-tombs in the window-trough. she's had a few really good days.
-20th Century Man at Vermillion. I'm fucking impressed, sir!
"what would you do with a time machine?" my friend asked me after the show.
"probably nothing" I said (dialogue is paraphrased). "otherwise I wouldn't be here right now, having this conversation."
but then I started thinking: I'd pause before I said something scurrilous and unnecessary. I'd go hit on someone I fancied instead of skulking weirdly in the background. I'd hand myself a tissue right before I had a sneezing fit on the bus. other than that...? I feel like I'm already pretty good about telling people I love them, and I've already lived an inconveniently honest life, and killing Hitler would just make me a murderer of another human being, no matter how reprehensible he was.
...it was an awesome show. I am lucky to know some incredibly fucking great people.
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