You feel it start to form.
That red bump.
Usually on your face, and of course just conspicuous enough to not be hidden by any turtleneck, scarf, etc...
That red bump that grows.
Right from the get-go, you know it's not gonna be a *normal* one.
One that behaves appropriately. One that cooperates. One that comes to a head pretty quickly, POPS!, and then heals. (You totally know what I mean.)
BUT NO.
This red bump is different.
This red bump is ANGRY.
This red bump just swells. And swells. With no end in sight.
And because you can't keep your hands off it (you know you can't) you make it worse by poking. By squeezing. By touching.
All to no avail.
The red bump wins.
What? You have no idea what I'm talking about?
You never touch your face?
You never poke and prod and WILL that zit to pop??
Yeah, me neither.
Please notice my purty scarf as a distraction.
And when asked about the bandaid, I totally said that I cut myself shaving. Heh.
4 comments:
LMAO!!! I hate them angry pimples.
Can't stand them! Thought they were supposed to disappear along with the teen years. What no one tells you is pregnancy, wine, chocolate, stress and anything else makes your face break out as much, if not more, than when you were worrying about getting boobs and French kissing. What no one else tells you is they will continue popping up every time your hormones shift, but now the fun is your whiskers will also exacerbate the zit population.
I can't wait for menopause.
hahahaha! I had one that was stabbed to death accidentally. It's on my cheek and I was covering my face with my hair at work when I had to go to the bathroom. 'cause that's normal, Cousin It in the office.
Laughing so hard it hurts... yes, been there. Heck, I am there!
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