Tonight was the official reception by the church welcoming me as youth pastor. It was a lot of fun, and the interactions with everyone filled up my social bar (it's been pretty low with me adjusting to living alone [I'm such a nerd, I just made a "The Sims" reference {social bar}]).
Now, I'm not one who normally talks about this sort of thing (toilet humor and related topics aren't really my schtick) but I will this time. Afterwards I go to use the restroom and as I'm washing my hands I look in the mirror and see it.
A Pimple.
It's right under my glasses line and it's pretty big. Luckily, it's not one of those "ready-to-pop" ones, rather it's more or less a raised red mark. I had no idea.
Awesome. I totally went through this whole reception like this. Everyone staring at the new youth pastor. Perfect timing, me.
Whoever said that you'd no longer deal with blemishes when you stop being a teenager sits on a throne of lies. I could maybe blame it on a steady diet of pizza for the past week (not intentionally, though that's another story altogether). Maybe it wasn't as big a deal as it seems like it should have been, but if I had known about it I could have put some Karmex on it to make it shiny and more noticeable.
If Karmex had made their product in such a fashion, I definitely would have used the Karmex Medicated ARROW.
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