I have this thing about popping pimples. If this grosses you out, here’s a thought: it’s a fairly common behavior. We’re all around you… everywhere… IN YOUR COMMUNITIES. TEACHING YOUR KIDS. RIDING YOUR BUS. (Cough.)
Anyway, sometimes I stalk my husband’s back pimples and ask if I can “have” them. Only recently has he finally started saying “no” to a couple. I swear I’m not used to this. Popping a pimple is just such a cathartic experience for me… now that he denies me, I find myself with a heightened, stifled energy; it’s sort of a “no, but seriously, I need this!”. I keep thinking that if I continue to ask he’ll finally just let me. But he doesn’t.
I find myself checking up on pimples and almost wanting to just attack one when he’s turned away, or lying in bed. Yeah, I know, right? But here’s where the will power comes in: I have not gotten overly obnoxious or “stolen” any pimples yet. Does anyone know why just looking at them and watching them heal on their own seems to help? I didn’t think I could do this. Um, yes. So I’m feeling pretty awesome.
