Come to the parlour and relax, mum insisted. I’m okay in my room mum, I countered. My mother has been on my case since the generator came on. She wanted me to come to the parlour and watch television. Her argument was that the television will help me relax as I was exhausted from an extremely busy week. But on the contrary, all I wanted to do was lie in bed and surf the internet. For me, that was a better definition of relaxing.
Who else feels pressured when others want to impose their definition of relaxation on you?