And then there's me. I feel like I've channeled Alexander with this terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day I'm having. And it's only 2:40! Maybe he's right. Maybe Australia wouldn't be such a bad idea...
Nothing can seem to break this mood. It's ugly. It feeds off of itself and is determined to take away my Saturday. So far it's taken away about 6 hours. But how can I feel good when I have monstrous zits that have taken up house on my forehead, cheek, and chin? I even went to bed last night with little minty globs of toothpaste on my face in hopes of clear skin by morning. It didn't happen. I look worse today. I've never had acne so I don't know how to respond to breakouts, and I must seem super shallow to let it bother me so much. But I Don't Care. Adult acne? Why? Stress? Hormones?
To top it off, IH is getting on my nerves like nobody's business. It's thru no fault of his own, bless his heart. He's simply trying to get me back to my usual self by telling me how I need to "get my power back" and other typical well-meaning advice. He insists I'm incredibly beautiful zits or not, and that they're hardly noticeable. Whatever. Tell that to the guy at Best Buy yesterday who was practically transfixed by the sight of the yellow boulder-like knob embedded in my skin. Hardly noticeable? Looking in the mirror, I almost forget I have a pair of eyes.
But--now I'm sounding like a whiner, and the truth is, it could be worse. It could always be worse. I guess there are people out there who have had to struggle with this all their lives. And even for those people--it could always be worse. My little struggle today is nothing compared with the struggles of others...I need to keep reminding myself of that.
Still...a part of me wants to make like Alexander and just go to Australia and hide for like, a week.
"pimple island"
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