To those who feel compelled to point out others’ flaws in a less-than-helpful way:
The don’t-pick-on-me-because-I’m-______ bitch of the week…
Yup, those are zits. I have acne, and I have had it since I was about eight years old. Perhaps I’ll have it until the day I die. Some days it bugs me, and I try to improve my appearance, and some days I don’t give a shit. Most of the time, I just try to forget that my skin looks crappy. Right now I’m using three different kinds of prescription medication to try to get my zits under control, but my hormones aren’t really playing along.
So I’d like to take this opportunity to thank (among others) my annoying roommate’s equally annoying mother for harping on my zits. Thank you very much for your unsolicited advice. Thank you for pointing out that I’d be beautiful if I were zit-free. Thank you for recommending another type of makeup. And another way to apply it. Thanks ever so for comparing my mottled, flaking flesh to your beautiful pore-free, porcelain skin. And incidentally, thanks for cleaning our bathtub when you visited us. :rolleyes:
I understand that, in your limited, tact-free way, you’re trying to help. Alas, this sort of help works best when it comes from a close friend. (And when it’s in context. And tactful). I’ve never spoken to you before, but I have noticed that I have zits. I don’t need you to point it out.
No, I don’t have a great complexion. And yeah, it’ll probably be even worse when I’m your age. But at least I’ve got my personality.