Spa..humbug

Nudity. It looks good on paper. Not so much on real people.

Today I visited a spa and my American upbringing came right out. I'm not so comfortable disrobing, literally, in front of strangers. It seemed like a great idea and the full body massage, my back thanks me while the left side of my brain is taking a number in the "gonna kick your ass" queue, though expensive, helped to relax me to the idea. For the first hour or so, I hid in the corner of either the sauna or the whirlpool, withholding my vital statistics from view of foreign eyes.

Once I realized that no one was around who I would ever have to see again, and struck up a few conversations, I was able to relax. It's funny how nudity really changes things, pacifies situations and in reality, what it exactly presents. Nobody bumping pelvis in the misty saunas or bobbing for "apples" in the whirlpools. All that porn indoctrination just got blown out of the tube. People were sipping on cappucinos and eating julien salads. I met someone who is working towards her qualifications toward becoming a general practicioner, another who is in the graduate level of study to become a chiropractor and another man who has climbed in the Himalayas.

Something to think about...