On entering a new world...

So on Monday, Laura and I went to the Wild Orange Spa for massages - which, by the way, a good and dear friend of mine paid for, making the experience all the more enjoyable, and me all the more grateful for the kind of friends that I have (I hope that I can be as good a friend to them!).

Anyways, I don't know if you've ever been to a Spa, but honestly, it's a different world. As I sat in the steam room, multiple sitcom clips ran through my mind (i.e. Chandler's embarassing episode due to some steamy lenses, and Elaine's attempts to verify the authenticity of certain body parts on Jerry's latest girlfriend - why is it that I remember pointless drivel such as these moments, and not the more important things?). Overall, I felt like a rich lady, exhausted from the "hard work" of running a household of servants, and thus ran off to the Spa with a girlfriend, in order to escape life for a couple of hours...but when rubber hits the road, that is not who I am at all, and thus found myself more curious about the lives of the ladies whom we encountered, than on getting a massage. (Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed the massage :))

Which led me to wonder if there was a job getting to know people's stories...and how I could get that job. It reminds me of something I saw on Oprah once (which are how a lot of my stories start, oddly, considering I've watched very few Oprah episodes in my life), of a young reporter in the States, whose entire job is to open a map, point to a place, travel there, and upon arriving, pick up a phone book, open a page, pick a name, call that person and ask to hear their story and show it on the 6 o'clock news. We are driven by story...why else would the blog world have started...and become so popular?

All this to say - The spa was a great experience, I love people's stories, and I'm sitting in my house bored and writing with no direction...