People watching is a favored pastime of mine. People are infinitely interesting. My line of work affords me a closer glimpse.
In one of the rooms I work in, there’s a clock on a dresser. Or at least there used to be. I moved it to the opposite side of the room on another dresser. Too many clients would stack their shit right in front of the clock. Never mind that there’s an empty chair that’s perfect for it. One client in particular seemed to do it quite deliberately. Imagine my perverse, delight when they came in for their next appointment and went right to the clock on the opposite side of the room. It wasn’t a thoughtless action. They even seemed perturbed that there was no room for their stack of shit. Hmmmm.
I also love clients who seem to have the need to spread their shit around. Wallet or purse in one place while they drop their clothes off in another and then leave their funky shoes right where I’ll trip over them. I’d hate to see the state of room or house.
Clients who come in for a massage when they KNOW they’re coming down with something or already have something. Don’t be a dick. Stay home and care for yourself. I’d like to stay healthy so I don’t make any of my clients ill.
When you tell me that I can never go deep enough for you. I’m not going to try. You’ve made it very clear you’re not going to let me in and that’s fine. I will not injure myself trying to break your well forged and impenetrable armor that you seem to be very proud of. I’m not the kind of therapist you need.