... I'm a massage therapist. Nurturing... compassion... healing... all supposed to be the order of the day. With some people, who have something that marginally resembles a clue, that is possible... if they don't vex me. Most, however, are fucking clueless. (I know... what a shocker.) I spend hours at a time silently cursing their ignorance and stupidity.

And I really should get a medal for doing my damndest not to strap each member of the bleeting, vacuuous herd down to the table and beating some glimmer of intelligence, common sense and original thought into them (instead of cleansing their fucking and nearly non-existent chi). Sometimes I even break out in a sweat as a result of my terribly impressive restraint.

I should charge extra for all the rehydrating I have to do.

All I can say is it's a good thing I keep a punching bag in my massage studio.

Lover of humanity? My ass.

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