As I was digging at my face (according to makeup lady, I have "soda zits," but if giving up Diet Coke is the cure, I prefer the disease), I had one of those random epiphanies:
A wound beneath the skin will fester until it breaks free and can begin to heal.
Interesting, no. Many a life application here. A lesson in communication, even. Certainly something I could have used to continue to heal a recently damaged friendship. Unfortunately, the epiphany happened in my head, so it was followed by this self-absorbed ponder.
But if it's on my body, it will turn into a boil followed by a scar, so a never-healing festering wound sounds a lot better than a visible sign of damage.
Yep, there it is. The #1 reason I am not a sage of the ages and why my relationships are always passionate disasters.
Current score in my battle for higher functioning? Vanity - 3,657,873,004. Wisdom - 1 (Honorable mention, really. Happened on a low self-esteem day, so Vanity forfeited.)
Ay, ay ay! I can only shake my head at myself and wonder what the alternate cure for Phosphoric acid poisoning might be.
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Yeah, I pretty much always give into vanity also. That and pride. But I guess they are pretty much the same thing.
Oh a lighter note, so I guess I should leave that festering thing under the skin on the side of my nose that I KNOW is coming alone? Like...don't pick at it? Ew.
If I am constitutionally incapable of not picking at my zits, does that mean I'm enlightened or not? I'm confused.
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Definitely enlightened, Cate. Good on ya.
Per Jane Austen (my sage) - Pride is what one thinks of oneself. Vanity is what one wants others to think of oneself.
I guess they can coexist in the truly integrated person, but, come on...how many of us don't want public opinion to be better than private belief?
BTW - this post will likely disappear. I remove all whiny posts within 24 hours.
Ah, but it's not whiny, it is funny, so it can stay. Moreover, is full of Universal Wisdom - the "better inside than outside and ugly" theory made me instantly think of at least one close friend. If I can nod sagely and murmur "how true", then surely, your work here is done.
Why, thank you. I will see it through new eyes, perhaps. And contemplate it as I try to remember NOT to dig at an emerging blemish on my chin (Aargh...)
So my flabby abs AND my zits are caused by soda?
Bring it on.
Wait. If we follow this metaphor to its inevitable conclusion, something that festers and never heals can cause gangrene, therefore poisoning your blood stream, and finally, causing you to lose a limb or die. Thus I say, "Scars! Yay!" I mean, if a wound comes to the surface, you have to deal with it or it kills you, right?
Anyway, thanks for visiting my blog. I'm not sure who/what will save us from the Wal-Mart, but I'm pretty sure that yellow smiley is the avatar of Satan.
Thanks for the reminder about gangrene. A very serious condition, indeed. Now I feel more justified in digging at my soda-induced zits.
Yellow smiley...ROTFLOL!
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