absurd observation

Sometimes it’s good to ramble once a while. Yesterday, after rambled about how fed up I am with the physiotherapy, the cute nurse finally came back to work.

Ahh .. kind of like having a glass of ice blended fruit juice after a long period of drought. She had a new haircut and greeted me with a graceful smile. But something was very wrong about her face. I just couldn’t figure out what…

As I finished my first session of pulse firing treatment, she came over to perform the ultrasound therapy as usual. From there, I figured out what’s wrong. She got a big ass zit growing on her chin. A big fat juicy zit (or “pimple” some may call it).

Well, I have a very bad habit. Whenever I see these zits growing anywhere, I have this uncanny urge to squirt it. I found an inexplicable pleasure of doing so .. especially those that went “pop” spurting out a torrent of viscid tapioca-coloured pus. Some riper ones could even send the mayhem airborne .. impelling a projectile of pus that would splat on the mirror as you stare at it in astonishment. That’s a wonder zit - only occurs once in a bluemoon.

Some say that squirting it will leave permanent craters on the top layer of the skin .. but I think it’s probably untrue. In my opinion, if you leave the zit to ripe and putrefy, it will destroy more skin cells around it, and once it’s infectious, it will be worse. So, the best way is to get rid of your zits/pimples by squirting it whenever possible.

My pimple-days has already been long over, and had ran out of zits to squirt. I was thinking of offering to squirt her zit … heheh .. but that will be very sick. Hey, what do you expect me to do when I’m lying there static with nothing to do ?