Im pushing 23, and I thought, after having been here in the world for a little over 2 decades, I could get away in this life without catching the dreaded vacirella zoster virus (VRV), or without any pretensions and attempt at niceties, lets just call it- c*nting asswipe virus (CAV).
I woke up the other day feeling a bit feverish and itching like crazy, I would have sworn I was practically humping the nearest rough wall of the house to relieve myself from the unbearable itch. And they all reared their little hideous heads winking at me saying "Drum roll pls! Let's party!". I looked like a cross between a chessboard and a laboratory experiment gone terribly wrong. I've heard that chicken pox at this point in one's life can cause irreversible damage-Pockmarks. Much as I despise being one of those pockmarked unpopular geeks in highschool who excelled in physics but lagged behind during p.e. classes and the eternal laughing stocks, I just have to throw in the towel and accept how the cookie crumbles for me. Surely, my pockmarks wouldnt define me as a person, and hopefully I still get to keep all the people that matter to me, my family and friends. I woke into a cold realization that physical appearance is just overrated, because in just a snap of a finger, it goes out the window without even deigning a passing glance to its host. Its the substance that stays, your very own person.
Oh well,the next challenge of my life will be finding someone who can stare at me for a minute without cringing and say "I still love you, pockmarks and all".
I just cant wait. =p
I woke up the other day feeling a bit feverish and itching like crazy, I would have sworn I was practically humping the nearest rough wall of the house to relieve myself from the unbearable itch. And they all reared their little hideous heads winking at me saying "Drum roll pls! Let's party!". I looked like a cross between a chessboard and a laboratory experiment gone terribly wrong. I've heard that chicken pox at this point in one's life can cause irreversible damage-Pockmarks. Much as I despise being one of those pockmarked unpopular geeks in highschool who excelled in physics but lagged behind during p.e. classes and the eternal laughing stocks, I just have to throw in the towel and accept how the cookie crumbles for me. Surely, my pockmarks wouldnt define me as a person, and hopefully I still get to keep all the people that matter to me, my family and friends. I woke into a cold realization that physical appearance is just overrated, because in just a snap of a finger, it goes out the window without even deigning a passing glance to its host. Its the substance that stays, your very own person.
Oh well,the next challenge of my life will be finding someone who can stare at me for a minute without cringing and say "I still love you, pockmarks and all".
I just cant wait. =p
