At the SpaA Chapter by Sophie D (not the pornstar)It happened at the spa.“Just relax and think of nothing”, she said as
she oiled up her hands and started rubbing the back of my legs. To think of
nothing, I wondered what that would feel like. I know a lot of people can do
it, ‘cause when they’re staring and you ask what they’re thinking about they’ll
just say “oh, nothing”. They might be lying, but I don’t think they are. I
usually know when people are lying.
I’m curious what it’s like though, inside their
heads, when they’re thinking about nothing. Is it like wandering through a
museum, all by yourself, with all your thoughts neatly arranged on the walls
like paintings, and your voice softly echoing in the large, empty rooms. Hello oh-oh-oh? Or is it more like a sedation, a fog in the brain, a mist in
the mind?
I wouldn’t really know. My head is always a
noisy fin-de-siècle style bar, with drunk philosophers arguing vivaciously and
a bombshell of a woman sipping from a glass of her own tears because we’re all
out of Martini. And just when you think you’ve grasped the situation here,
there’s a dwarf on a unicycle cruising on the ceiling and a little kid playing
the cello upside down.
All of this was going through my head while I
was supposed to think of nothing. Way to go. The lady had moved up to my back
and as she was working on my shoulders she pushed her breasts in my neck and
breathed sort of heavily. I kind of wanted it to be erotic, but it wasn’t at
all, not even a bit. In the background music was playing, a Japanese lady lamenting
her long lost love and the tragedy of her country. I don’t speak Japanese so I
don’t actually know.
I can tell you about tragedy though, because
the next thing I had scheduled was a bikini waxing. An insane and masochistic
practice. No man in his right mind would do it. Luckily I’m not a man, I'm a
woman and I’m totally in my wrong mind anyway. This time the goal wasn’t to
think of nothing. It was to think of anything, anything, absolutely anything
else than what was actually happening to me below my navel. So I thought of
Beyoncé, as you do, and I thought about her bikini waxings and how there was
someone out there in the world who knew exactly what Beyonce’s fun parts looked
like and who tortured them on a fairly regular basis. © 2015 Sophie D (not the pornstar) |
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1 Review Added on August 28, 2015 Last Updated on September 7, 2015 AuthorSophie D (not the pornstar)Brussels, BelgiumAboutRedheaded egghead, obsessive thinker and compulsive writer. more..Writing
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