pakshet!

It's quite amazing, for someone who's oozing with confidence (or pretends to be anyway), the most minute thingSSS depress me: PIMPLES!!!!!

It's pathetic, I have never been able to deal with it and accept it: all my life I've had a pimple-free existence (except for the occasional hormonal zit that comes and goes) and now, it's like they're making up for lost time! And I've been hearing the most ridiculous advices:

1. Don't mind them, the more you pay attention to them, the more they'll go out of their way to piss you off (imagine that: thinking pimples who go out of their way to annoy me and on purposely mock me!!! what an evolution!)
2. Don't smoke (I supppose but I've been smoking since 18 and 6 years later, they decide show up)
3. Don't eat chocolates (but that's staple food, and will in fact go overboard when ovulating :-( )
4. No peanuts (I never liked peanuts, how does that tie up?)
5. Wash your face using lukewarm water and rinse off using cold water (this actually makes sense)
6. Have sex (hmmm, now that is worth considering as I have not tried that for some time... lemme see how I can incorporate this)

And there is the debate-worthy option of going to the dermatologist:

To go to the derma or to not go to the derma, that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune of having pimples or
take arms against a sea of troubles
and by opposing, i.e., going to the derma, end them!

So there I was having made up my mind that yes, I will go see a dermatologist, and then friends convince me so vehemently: "NO!" Because apparently, the derma will scar my face, or leave it all fucked up so that I'd have to depend on her treatments and in doing so, provide food on her table (it's freaking expensive to go to the good ones and I figured that if indeed I do decide to have a consultation I might as well visit the best of the lot), or will prescribe me a treatment or something so ridiculously expensive that only her clinic can create!

OMG, I am so freaking out, I can't believe I'm blogging and blabbibg about pimples... but it looks like they're here to stay, so instead of being pissed about them and have everyday of my life ruined because of their choice of residence (MY FACE!), I might as well include them as part and parcel of my look, pakshet!


(ok, i'm done ranting, i now want to smoke, i'm going cucking frazy! promise this is the last bitch fit on something pathetic... :s)