Growing pains

I've got a zit. This, under normal circumstances, would not have been a problem. This time, it is a problem. It is a problem because I can't smile a wholesome smile. I can't execute fluent speech. I can't breathe in hard. I can't smirk - something which I do a lot. I can't do many things that I took for granted. All because I've got a zit.

Zits can be found in faces and bodies of over 70 million people, young and old. So why is it bothering me? Zits are more commonly known as pimples and acne. Why did I choose to call it a zit? I'd normally call them pimples. This one's different. To me, a zit is the epitome of all things evil. It sounds evil. This one's evil.

Not being one who'd be labeled a narcissist, I wouldn't care if a pimple appeared on my face or my forehead. This little bugger appeared overnight, robbing me of my ability to smile and smirk. It hurts even when I'm brushing my teeth. For the next few days, my face shall remain expressionless. Perhaps all I can do is to roll my eyes. But that would be rude.

So while I sit here blogging and wishing it away, I hope you see zits in a whole new light. That behind the innocence of that little red spot, lies a great evil.

I blogged all this, because I've got a zit in my nose.