
I am lucky enough to be gifted with a sense of humor and therefore it was only inevitable that I would end up having acne to help balance it out. It would be unfair for people to not only look good, but be funny as well. No one else would have a chance. People that are good looking may have a good personality but nothing can really compare to a brilliant sense of humor. It is because of this that I write on. I know that one day there is hope for me.
I have issues with embarrassment if you haven’t caught on by now. I cry when I have a zit that’s as big as my nose and have to tell myself over and over again. “Your friends love you no matter what you look like.” Speaking of my nose I hate snot. Snot is of the devil. (This is where the faint of heart must not read on). If you are like me and have allergies, you can agree that not only does it look gross, but it feels nasty. Those of us with back of the throat drainage problems know it doesn’t taste appealing either. I was up in the wild and wonderful mountains of Arizona. (We do have them, you just have to go a long ways to find them). It was cold out because we were in the playing in the 8” of snow we get each winter. My nose was running and I was standing in front of a group of peers who used to respect me when a big snot bubble came out of my nose. Where the heck did that come from!!!? I quickly looked down, which only intensified the matter making it worse. My nose began to run all over the place like it had a mind of its own. I used my cat-like reflexes and quickly covered my nose with my hand and wiped it away. Since the snow was right there, I rubbed it deep down for some wild animal to find later. I think my friend may have seen it, but if she did, she didn’t mention it. And if she didn’t see it, she’s going to remember it now and tell everyone we know that she saw my snot. I am screwed.

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