My face drives me crazy. I get these zits or pimples or what have you, but instead of letting them go their natural way, I always try to destroy them as soon as I see them. However, this usually results in me making my face full of scabs that I won't stop interefering with because I want them gone so badly. It's a lack of control that I can't stand. These... imperfections, uncontrollable blotches upon me that mar the simplicty of the human face... Oy. I mean, I'm already taking medicine that dries me out (especially my face, hands, and lips), makes me depressed, and causes who knows what else. You'd think that it would actually have the decency to work.
On another note, "Old Man" seems more and more a suitable title for me. Not only in comparison to the company I keep, but also because I think about the future and the implications of actions more than the present and the actions themselves. I stress out over situations that will probably never arise. I skip ahead years into the future and make assumptions that I know are simply not rational, given the dynamic nature of one's personality. I just can't enjoy the present if the future isn't taken care of to my satisfaction.
*sigh* I suppose there are worse curses, but sometimes I really do wonder.
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