Yeah so I'm disgusting...

So there I was... surrounded by sick children. It's winter into spring (but mainly winter in sunny Florida) and kids noses are going to run, when I notice something a little disturbing (besides them eating their buggars)... I can't stand runny noses. I don't mean the whole "man, I'm wiping my nose every three seconds, this sucks" thing. I mean, I look at a kid and if it is runny, I NEED to wipe it off. Bad.

More than a habit, I just hate the look.: A slick clear/yellow/green wetness on the upper lip slowly making its way into the mouth of the child. (I mean, doesn't that make you cringe?)

Not only that, but then if they are unaware, they wipe it and then there it is: this stain like a battle scar across their face as they wage war on the playground.

But EVEN WORSE, when there is a buggar that is a heinous green/goldish color hanging barely out of the nose and the child DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO BLOW OUT!!! And no, in case you were wondering, I am not too above myself to sit there and help them dig it out with a tissue just so I don't have to stare at it... really. I mean, I can deal with poop, pee, excessive baby spit (though luckily I have a rag for that), and vomit (not proud of that one, but I deal) but buggars.... bogeys, snot, moco... nope... sorry even I have limits.

Which makes my next statement strange.

I love popping pimples. Like obsessively. I don't know where the habit came from (though my older sister swears it began with her back acne (don't judge, she lived in miami, played sports, and was blessed with a mix of BOTH my parent's worst pimple genetics). I don't know, I just know when I see one ready to pop... I focus in like a meerkat at dusk. (I don't know if they really focus on anything but I'm pretty sure that's what I look like.)

It's more than just a habit, it's almost a compulsion. I have scarred up my arms pretty bad because of my constant picking *just in case*. I attack my boyfriend's arms, back, neck... ANYTHING that looks like it is festering for a head or ingrown hair that I can defeat. Yes, defeat - this is war and I will conquer.

Me: Who's your daddy?
Pimple: YOU ARE.
Me: That's right, now feel the fingers of destruction!
And then I will of course pull out my sword and do battle.

Now, I won't pop a stranger's pimple, but I will stare and my jaw will clench. Seriously. I'll even imagine popping it or I'll force myself to look away and then look at my own arms to see if there is any pimple-like bump that needs owning.

I found this out because one of my little girls at the day care center had a bug bite and a really bad reaction... At first it looked just like a small bite, then it got this small head but then became MASSIVE....(yes it was infected, no I didn't pop it.... but I wanted to... badly.) I noticed then my habit of clenching my jaw to prevent from squeezing that head of puss to death. It's gross... I KNOW THIS... but... so satisfying.

It's not an exhilarated feeling like finishing a race, or a rush like winning a bet... it's more like the feeling you get when you finish a math problem. You'll do the dirty work but once you get the answer, you know it and you move on to bigger and better things.

So things don't get out of hand here, I don't surf the net to find such disgusting albeit satisfying pimple popping sessions. I did have one sent to me, and I learned my lesson after that. The video was of this guy with this huge cancerous looking bump on his back getting it popped. It was seemingly endless.... HUGE. I watched the WHOLE video. I'm sad to say, I wasn't disgusted... nope... I was jealous.

Hi, My name is Athena, and I'm an addict.
1) Wedding blogs
2) wiping noses
3) popping pimples.... oh my.