I get a bump here and there every blue moon but nothing like I did through high school and even into college.
My family has always had weird skin issues; moles, discoloration, acne, and cysts. My poor Uncle's back looks like Swiss cheese, with deep nasty scars from baseball sized cyst removals. Though I don't have any cysts I had cyst-like acne in college, induced by Accutane use. It was so awful and embarrassing. Apparently it's no longer available for treatment of acne and has been plagued by law suits. So happy I took it...
Random Fun Fact about me: I love zits.
Not having them but popping them. I definitely missed my calling as a Dermatologist. Though in my own defense I would've never made it through medical school. Math and Science and I don't mix. But I would love to have a show like Dr. Pimple Popper. The videos are so gross and yet I can't seem to look away. Get paid to slice and poke and pick at people's weird bumps and lumps all day, hell yeah! I could finally be one of those annoying fucking people that says, "I love what I do all day." Until then, fuck you guy.
No one wants to hear that shit and feel bad about their sad ass job that doesn't pay them enough and sucks their soul out of a straw from their butthole.
My boyfriends were always harassed for a pick here or a pop there from me. Though there were varying levels of tolerance, nobody liked it. My Special Man Friend ("MSMF") is no exception but puts up with my irritable and painful picky proclivity.
I'd say he's a 6 out of 10 on the patience pimple meter. Not the best but not the worst either.
MSMF gets the worst (best) ingrown hair bumps and leaves them for weeks to torture himself and me. Drives me crazy. A few have gotten so bad MSMF really needed a needle and tweezers but like me hates needles and won't have any of it. So instead these things just rupture on their own or live like squatters you can't kick out of a beach side apartment for months at a time. Any time I try to get near one he squirms and squeals to the point that there is no point in trying. Takes all the enjoyment out of a good pop.
They say that partners reach that point in a relationship where they know one another so well that they can both delight and annoy the other with little to no effort. Well, this is MSMF's way of delighting in annoying the shit out of me. Good pickings that I can't have that go to waste...
Sigh.
Maybe I need to supplement my puss impatience with one of these Shark Tank featured gadgets; a zip popping toy: https://popitpal.com/
Kinda feel like I'm good though. While I'm intrigued, I also feel like I need to go barf a little...
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