Sabtu, 21 Januari 2012

One day I fell asleep in the library. When I woke up, a blind man was reading my face.


Sometimes a thought or a question just pops into my head andI have to investigate it or know the answer or find a solution.  And you, dear reader, are the benefactor of thewhims of my brain farts and the resulting researches . . . aren’t you the luckyone!  I wish I was as awesome as you!

Today’s random inspiration . . . pimples.  Not just any kind of pimple but the kind thatconsistently return to the same location with similar resulting ickiness.

I have one . . . it’s not painful, it doesn’t appear to bein ingrown hair and it’s not particularly disfiguring but it shows up fairlyregularly in the same exact spot. 

I know it’s kind of a gross topic but albeit from me todeprive you, my dear reader, of the knowledge I’ve gained from looking into thetopic.

First of all the most controversial advice . . . pop it, don’tpop it . . . with all kinds of substantiating information as to why or whynot.  Yeah, that helps.  Not.



From what I was able to glean from the voluminous amount ofinformation out there, the most plausible causes for a pimple popping up in thesame place seem to be:

1.  This spot on myface may have increased and sustained release of hormones responsible for acne (meh)

-and/or-

2.  Improper hygiene (uhm,I don’t think so)

-and/or-

3.  Since I go alongwith the pop-it recommendation . . . that there is still some gunk leftunderneath the skin that hasn’t been "processed" yet so anotherpimple comes up in the exact same place. They eventually go once that area hasbeen completely drained. (hmmm)

-and/or-

4.  Constant touchingof the same part . . . it’s possible that this area is being irritated by theprotective glasses I wear, both at work and at the shooting range.  That fits. (aha!

And as long as we’re talking about pimples . . . the word “zit”came into poplular usage in the 1960’s. the term may be related to the German "Zitze", which meansteat, nipple.

There you go.  Now youknow.



I had plenty of pimples as a kid. One day I fell asleep in the library. When I woke up, a blind man was reading my face.

Rodney Dangerfield

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