At 31 you would think that what other people think about you wouldn't and shouldn't really matter all that much.
One last look in the rear view, a small whimpy sigh and i was headed into the danger zone, work. I had done some damage to a smallish bump next to my nose this morning (why i think attempting to pop a zit will make one of these bad boys more appealing is beyond me) and I felt like i was walking through the cubicle village with a bullseye on my face. Avoiding eye contact, slithering into my ergonomically correct blue swivel chair, and cranking my ipod, i felt safe, but in constant danger of being found out. "No, i don't wanna get a coffee with you, can't you see I have a pimple?"... "what do you mean I have to go to that meeting, have you seen my face?".."can't you all stop talking to me, i just wanna be left in my cube so i can obsess over my debilitating condition alone" ....then it hit me..."dude, stop being a whiney pathetic little bitch and get on with it". I don't know where it came from, but I'm glad it came and it was time it came. I've always been fairly confident, social, happy etc., but for a couple of months my acne has become more of a daily mental struggle. Something clicked today, finally. So I avoided mirrors until I got home from work, took a look and you know what...it ain't that bad. I got three "activities" taking up some real estate on my face and it ain't that big of a deal.
Yeah, I know my little mental victory seems trivial, but its my blog and i'll whine if i want to.
Now onto some chinese takeout and ridiculous television.