I am a delicate flower. I know this now. Many a person has said it
before due to my slight frame and quiet disposition and I scoffed and
waved my hand dismissively at them, but no, really, I am a
delicate flower. Few things have made this more apparent to me than
getting a Thai oil massage on the beach today. Ow. Now, I don’t think
these things are supposed to actually hurt, but I was in worse shape
when I got off the table than I was before I got on. It is therefore my
conclusion that I was doing it wrong. Hence the whole delicate flower
thing.