One of Life's True Pleasures

I just popped a big zit that had been on my neck for about 4 days. It had grown quite annoying as I'd been squeezing on that bad boy the whole time, but I must say that it was quite a thrill when it finally came to head. I just got that nostalgic feeling of what it was like back in those fond days of puberty to feel the rush of that pus as it smashed onto the bathroom mirror. There is little better.

In light of this, as you can probably already tell, I'd like to take this opportunity to now openly confess my enjoyment of pimples. Actually to be precise I need to say that I actually enjoy popping them because I've never much cared for the appearance nor the lingering sore spot that coincides with these delightful little fellas. But when it comes right down to the moment when the pus comes shooting out of that whitehead like a bullet out of the barrel of a gun, there are few things better in life. In fact, there was a time in my life that had I found a bottle with a genie in it, I would have used one of my three wishes on the ability to have a whole patch of zits on my face each morning that I could pop and then they'd leave no after-effect. Kind of a dermotological bubble wrap, if you will. But, alas, that is only in my dreams. I will now have to settle for the occasional blemish and cherish each pus-filled moment they provide me. But a man can dream can't he?