Hm. Is this akin to puritan guilt, where, if they could *hurt* you and make you feel better afterward, you'd feel *fine* spending money on it, but because they do nice things to you, and you enjoy it - and, oh, yeah, you feel better afterward, too - it feels awkward?
One way of looking at this is that life should be more like massage therapy, where someone knows how to gently put things right, and helps your body be what it's supposed to be.
(BTW: if you *do* have the syndrome I described above - I have it too. If I have a specific pain, I feel okay asking to get it fixed, but if I just want someone to do nice things to my body, I feel embarrassed. Even though - seriously, this person *wants* money in return for doing nice massage-y things, and I want that more than I want to just have the money. It's no different than buying a book, except the book kinda-sorta is you massaging yourself.)
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One way of looking at this is that life should be more like massage therapy, where someone knows how to gently put things right, and helps your body be what it's supposed to be.
(BTW: if you *do* have the syndrome I described above - I have it too. If I have a specific pain, I feel okay asking to get it fixed, but if I just want someone to do nice things to my body, I feel embarrassed. Even though - seriously, this person *wants* money in return for doing nice massage-y things, and I want that more than I want to just have the money. It's no different than buying a book, except the book kinda-sorta is you massaging yourself.)