Violated

Had a two-hour massage session today. My very first. Because in Shanghai, if you have the money, you can. I don't have the money. But thank God for generous friends. After the rigorous session, I feel quite violated, albeit well-rested and relaxed. And it really was too bad that I felt an urge to use the restroom for the last thirty minutes of my session but was too lazy to speak up because the massage kept making me want to pee even more. I've realized that I'm too passive for massages. Instead of asking the masseuse to be gentler or not to rub a certain way, I just internalize all my discomfort and figure I should learn to take it. And whenever she asked if everything was ok, I said yes, it was perfect. I guess I'm just not cut out for this line of luxury. But man, I sure feel good right now.