Friday, January 11, 2013

Pimple Schmimple....

Am I really concerned about this painful pimple smack dab between my eyes?!?  I feel as if I should be able to see into the future with this mondo third eye of mine.  Perhaps this new found claryvoyance will unveil how much longer I'll have to deal with "Hell's" Bell's.  Yes, two apostrophes.

Bell's palsy brings new meaning to insecurities.  Why was I ever concerned about a pimple?  If you think everyone is staring at your pimple - imagine what it's like when you have Bell's palsy.  One of three things happens:

1) People won't make eye contact with you.  In fact, they don't want to look at you at all.  They don't know what to look at.  They know they will be "busted" looking.  They don't want to make you uncomfortable.  You're already uncomfortable.  They're already uncomfortable and wondering if it's contagious.  You're wondering if you should explain it's not contagious.  Or terminal.  You don't want to talk.  The usual obligatory visual non-verbal communication has become null and void casting manners in general aside.  Conversations end abruptly leaving you questioning whether there was ever a conversation at all.  Confusing, indeed.

2) People make eye contact.  Unrelenting eye contact.  They stare.  They move their face so closely towards yours that they quite possibly could be sucking the breath from your lungs as they inhale.  They state, "You look Greeeaaat!", not once, but twice.  Efforts mainly to convince themselves. Surely they realize you know you haven't moved a nanometer.  You'd notice a nanometer of movement. You would have seen it in the mirror when you were obsessively staring at your reflection for three hours straight.  Oh, how time flies when you want to see movement.  If I can see your nose hair through the gel lubrication in my "bad eye"you are standing too close.

3) There really is no third thing that happens.  There wasn't for me any how.  It's either one or the other in the early moments of Bell's. Or so it seemed.

Again, pimple schmimple, I say...you don't know "aesthetic" discomfort until you know Bell's.


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