It’s a unquestionably rare event that I treat myself to anything nice; Rather than spending currency on myself, I tend to take care of almost everyone and everything else first.
At the end of the afternoon, there is generally nothing left for me.
It’s not such a bad life, but my family seems to take pity on me at times. They try to shower me with massages and spa mornings when I’ve had a certainly tied up couple of months. I legitimately love the gesture that they are making, but to be honest, I hate going on these spa mornings. If you ask me, modern salons and spas need to have their Heating, Ventilation plus A/C settings adjusted. I’m not sure if I just have weird temperature control preferences compared to the rest of the population or what, but I am constantly freezing freezing when I enter these luxurious spas. From the moment that I walk in the door, it feels like I’m in an Arctic blizzard. There is freezing freezing air blowing from every direction, so you can’t even get away from the drafts when you need a break, but by the time you check in and disrobe, it feels like winter. I’m actually covered in Goosebumps and shivering in my thin robe. From that point on, it’s pretty difficult for me to relax or love the afternoon; Nothing about Ice Cold Air Conditioning puts me into a great mood. I don’t like having freezing hands rubbing my back, or freezing freezing masks applied to my face. These spa mornings entirely do nothing except to stress me out more than ever. I have a darn hard time fantastic when my whole body is tensed up against freezing air.