And Then There’s This Volcano On My Face

I don’t know what the hell is going on recently, but my left cheek seems to be a breeding ground for pimples. This is the 3rd pimple I’ve had in the same number of weeks, and all I can say is my usual: WTF?

The Tech Guru says its stress. And I guess it…could be. I do have some things I’m stressed about: my health, all the things I need to do between now and the end of the year, blah blah blah. I guess that could be it. Normally I think of stress as relating to people causing me stress, but there hasn’t been too much of that recently, since I’ve just decided to OPT OUT of any relationship that brings more tears than smiles. Easier said than done sometimes, but some people tend to make it REALLY EASY TO STAY AWAY FROM THEM.

But, you know, as much as I’ve said that I have been unusually light-hearted about this whole AUTUMN bullshit, I do think that…some of the unhappiness is creeping in. Just a smidgen enough to make me irritated, but not enough for me to immediately pinpoint the cause.

But volcanos? On my FACE?

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Even as a teenager, I did not get acne. Sure, the random pimple has popped up over the years, when I’ve eaten too much chocolate or too many potato chips, but it’s been rare. Hmmm…I have been sort of OD’ing on the chocolate chip cookies recently. Maybe that’s it?

All I know is that there is this huge pink pimple on my left cheek and it is PAINFUL and BLOODY ANNOYING. I’m treating it with some Burt’s Bees acne solution that is supposed to dry out pimples, but this thing seems determined to cling to my face for dear life. UGH.

I guess I have to ride it out but really, it’s making my cheek sore. I’m not embarrassed about being seen with it or anything – I mean, shit happens and the random pimple never gave me any pause from a social standpoint, but the fact that this thing actually HURTS when I touch it is just fucking insulting. I feel like some tribe of oily germs has performed a hostile takeover on my face. The rudeness of them.

Well, I will try to slow down on the cookies. And I think if I make a list of ALL THE SHIT I NEED TO DO, and God so HELP me it’s a long fucking list, then as I see myself crossing things off the stress will be reduced. That’s always helped me mentally, to make lists, cross shit OFF the lists and SEE ACTUAL PROGRESS.

Let’s see what I can get done today, shall we?

Right after I have a cookie.


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