The chiropractor is a sturdily-built man in his late 50s with a beautifully tanned face and a friendly aura which can allow anyone easily to talk to, and reveal their own troubles and even secrets to. A perfect type for a chiropractor. He lives in a small house all by himself where he’s doing his chiro business without any help which she said is the main reason why he can afford to give people very reasonable treatments.
His Japanese style old house is cozy and comfortably well-maintained, and with the window open, breeze comes into the treatment room making you feel nice and relaxed. Since the place is located in a rural area with a lot of green-colored rice paddies around it, and his house has a pretty large garden beside the treatment room, no wonder such peacefulness makes you also feel open.
First, he applied a light stroke to all over my body from behind in order to examine what kind of trouble my body was having so that he could decide from where and how to start his session. This ritual is something that she applauded so much because that kind of quick touching informs him everything, and it helps him give such a miraculous hand treatment to his patients. With a bit confused feeling, and in spite of the fact that I’d just met him (we’d known each other for only a couple of minutes), I felt like trusting and owing everything to him. Whenever I turn to professionals like him, whether it be a fortune teller or a hairdresser, it always thrills me because they give me such strange feelings that they know about me even more than I’m aware of.
During the session, we were having a small talk where he asked me a lot of general questions. I guess he did it in order to get to know me better and make me feel as relaxed as possible. Soon I found out that coincidentally he went to a high school near my house – the one that high-ranking students go to. That reminded me of my high school days. That school was one of the only two public high schools in my neighborhood, and I secretly admired that school but, not being very ardent student, it was beyond my reach. Besides, since it’s a kind of school where most students proceed to university, I would always be persuaded by my parents not to aim at such a school. In those days, according to my parents and common sense, many people believed that, for girls, going to universities would get them nowhere. It could also result in late marriages, thus ending up wasting parents’ money. Because my parents offered me financial assistance, they would make every effort to avoid such a situation no matter what. Since my family never was one of the wealthiest, the choice of school was, of course, public one with less tuition, which left me with only one option – to attend a public vocational high school in my neighborhood. There was nothing I could do, but follow my parents’ order. I was incapable of expressing my wishes just like most other teenage children. I ended up going to school which I had no particular reason to be enthusiastic about.
That’s part of the reason why my high school days were pretty empty to me which caused me to eventually stop going. So probably unlike him, I’d had nothing to boast about until I began to play music and join an amateur band in the last year of high school.
I was vaguely thinking about such things as I was getting his session.
※ This essay was originally written in June, 2018 which ended halfway through. I’ll add the rest of the story some other time, so please keep checking!
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