Hello.
My name is Shirley.
I have been using lip balm compulsively since 1981.
My friend introduced me to the world of lip balm and gave me my first tube of Chapstick for free. I’ve been hooked ever since and never more than inches away from its coating soothing goodness that I cannot live without.
I tossed the Chapstick aside as I never cared for its waxy coating and carried a little Vaseline container in my purse to the humor and dirty jibes of my teenage friends. Eventually, I moved up to Caramex and other assorted small finger applied vials before settling nicely into a tube fetish for at least the last twenty years.
If I realize that I have lost a tube, I will have to buy three more to compensate the loss, ensuring that one is in my car’s ash tray; in my coat pocket and one in the purse at all times.
Every coat I own has a tube in it.
Every purse I own has a tube in it.
There has always been a tube on my nightstand and I’m finding I need a tube near the bathroom vanity so I can moisturize my lips when I am on the toilet.
There must be at least three tubes under my bed as we speak but I am too lazy to reach under there and fight the cat and the dust bunnies for them.
I have never used a tube completely up. Ever.
When I hear a friend is in the hospital, I take lip balm as a gift.
I have sent gifts to soldiers of a box of SPF15 lip balm.
I have donated to our local charity a box of lip balm.
I have explained to my husband that if I am ever in a situation where I cannot routinely swab my lips with balm on regular intervals ( paralysis or coma) he must do it for me and instruct the nurses to do so for me when he is not there. If it is a chronic state for me, just pull the plug and cremate me with lush lips.
If the world supply to Lip Balm suddenly dried up, I would be up shits creek without a boat, paddle or life vest and my arms tied with chains.
I would be, to say the least, a bear to live with until I figured out how to moisturize my lips.
I don’t want to stop but I want to know that I am not alone.