Have you ever been in a conversation with someone and all you can think about is this horrific-pain, piercing, one, tiny, spot, on your face! Yes, a zit is making its ‘Grand’ entrance at that very moment!
This conversation was interesting, but in your mind you are screaming, “Don’t ask me a question! Because I have no idea what you are saying. Oh no, I AM INTERESTED! However, this OUCH! PAINFUL, ZIT is attempting to take over my thought process. Please! I beg of you to understand!”
The entire time your friend is chit chatting and all you can see is her lips moving. But your hearing is basically gone. Your feelings are numb and your focus is most definetly on this OBTRUSIVE, probably now extremely visible, puss filling, pocket we call a zit, pimple, or even a blemish, but we all know they are the same!
If a Zit could talk it would sound like this,
“I’m a zit! No, rhyme or reason. No, plan or proper timing. No, specifics nor limitations…I am a ZIT!
I will appear at the most impromptu times. Unannounced yet definetly created…by who? Why YOU? Of course! I am a Zit, I have no thoughts or understanding.
When you rub a simple flake of dirt, across your largest organ. I snatch it up, attempt to ‘do’ my job & next my formation begins.
I realize my ‘why’ may seem trivial to you. I know that I APPEAR, at the seemingly worst times. But hey, I am using my talent, how about you?
I am a ZIT! A PIMPLE! A BLEMISH! I protect & serve your skin.
I know I am obtrusive, obnoxious and you wish I were Obsolete!
However, I will stay the same. Why? Because I am a Zit!
Zit or no zit…you got this! & This too Shall Pass!