When a pimple isn't just a pimple.


I had a nice juicy pimple growing on my shoulder today. By this evening it was ready for blast off. But it was a little too thrilling popping that haven of pus. Is there some deeper subconscious meaning behind the joy of popping that bacteria bomb?

So, I had this pimple growing on my shoulder and it was getting pretty juicy. I decided it was time to send it into oblivion. The house was perfectly quiet when I did it. Right before I squeezed that baby, I noticed I held my breath and when it burst through, I let out a whisper of a sound but still audible groan. It struck me as odd that I did this. Was that a hint of anticipation and joy I experienced when I did it. gooeyIt made me think back to high school. During track one year, Randy Cavins had a good size zit going on his neck and someone else was walking along with him begging to get to pop that sucker. In biology class, Nicole Thompson told me about how she spent a weekend date with her boyfriend at the time picking his pimples. What's up with that? Why are we so eager to squeeze them things? Why would someone want to go so far as get at someone else's zits? Why the excitement? Why the pressure from grown ups not to eradicate these little infected dudes.


Maybe they resemble the human orgasm to much. Think about it. Doesn't it resemble the act of climax? The build up, the pressure, the release. Inherently you know there is something a little dirty about it. It's a private thing for most people. It's a little taboo, but everyone does it. Aren't you happier when the zit really let's fire, is forceful? Do we like it because it has a sexual similarity to it? I really don't know. Maybe I'm the only one that sees this similarity. Watch yourself next time you do it. See if there is just a hint of excitement you feel right before you do it. You just might never think about it the same way again.

Posted: Mon - September 22, 2003 at 10:34 PM   | | Email Me | |

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