A Zit the Size of a Dinner Plate
The oiliest part of the body is one the outside corner of your nose. This area has more oil than the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge in Northeast Alaska.
When I was in high school I once had a zit that incubated in this area. In the morning it was big and red, about the size of a small child's fist. By lunch time, the white puss percolated to the top of the skin surface and resembled and average sized dinner plate.
Being lunch time, I finally had time to visit the bathroom and look at the mirror. Horrified at the size of the tumor on my face, I launched into the all to familiar stance of any teenager -- two hands with outstretched index fingers creating a vise like grip on the oil blocked pore.
This zit popped like a water balloon. As a scooted my two feet back to avoid the splatter of the oil, I thought to myself, why didn't I look in the mirror sooner?
When I headed back to the cafeteria to get my Mountain Dew from the school vending machine ($0.50 for sixteen ounces of crushed ice and caffeinated sugar), I sat down with my friends. I then overheard one of my friends say to another, "He finally popped that thing."
To this day, I still have a scar on the side of my nose from the zit that was lanced 20 years ago.
When I look at this scare in the mirror, I reminded of a number of things.
When I was in high school I once had a zit that incubated in this area. In the morning it was big and red, about the size of a small child's fist. By lunch time, the white puss percolated to the top of the skin surface and resembled and average sized dinner plate.
Being lunch time, I finally had time to visit the bathroom and look at the mirror. Horrified at the size of the tumor on my face, I launched into the all to familiar stance of any teenager -- two hands with outstretched index fingers creating a vise like grip on the oil blocked pore.
This zit popped like a water balloon. As a scooted my two feet back to avoid the splatter of the oil, I thought to myself, why didn't I look in the mirror sooner?
When I headed back to the cafeteria to get my Mountain Dew from the school vending machine ($0.50 for sixteen ounces of crushed ice and caffeinated sugar), I sat down with my friends. I then overheard one of my friends say to another, "He finally popped that thing."
To this day, I still have a scar on the side of my nose from the zit that was lanced 20 years ago.
When I look at this scare in the mirror, I reminded of a number of things.
- Periodically, take a look in the mirror. That is, take a step back and examine who you are. Is the person in the mirror the person you want to be? Are you physically, mentally, spiritually, and financially okay? Or is there a zit so obvious that it really needs to be popped, and I mean now.
- Don't rely on your friends to tell you about the obvious. You need to ask them.
- Bad things that are left to fester will quickly blossom and leave a permanent mark.
posted by Jon Rachiele at Saturday, June 25, 2005
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